This Is Not a Love Poem
You see our goodbyes are gradual
graceful steps of a life
passing by without heed
until one day you walk
out the door in your carefree way
and don’t stop to say goodbye.
What if I were not here when you returned
expecting to see me drowning in potato
skins at the kitchen sink or jotting stray
thoughts onto a page? Would you be
concerned or would you simply look
out beyond to the yellowing trees,
the wet reeds and the crooked stone
walls, call out my name, never doubting
I’d not hear you?
Mary Wilkinson is published in Poetry Ireland Review, Crannóg, The Irish Times, Books Ireland, Listowel Writers’ Week Winners Anthologies. Her writing has been broadcast on RTE and Lyric FM. She is a Pushcart Prize Nominee and her novella, Quotidian, was published in September with Reflex Press. She lives in Galway.