Patrick Lodge is an Irish/Welsh poet currently living in Yorkshire. His work has appeared in many English, Welsh, Australian and New Zealand magazines and his poems have been anthologised three times. He was a prize winner in the 2009 Envoi International competition. He travels a great deal and his work often explores a sense of dislocation and otherness.
The light switch might have clicked on
but I could not have heard under
the baffle of quilt. There was no rustle
of clothes put on in the morning gloom;
I recall only the wind flowing through
leaves in the garden. The dog did not bark;
perhaps knowing you too well
or drowned out by the birds waking
in the trees. Did you go down the stairs?
That step that always creaked was silent;
maybe a car slicked past on the wet street.
No door slammed that morning;
all was quiet, there was
nothing to wake me,
the morning you left.