Gone

When Harry went away
he stole a part of Mum.
No-one warned us. 
No-one said.
We looked and looked for ages – 
under sofas, in the back of drawers – found plenty that he’d left behind,
the greyer days, an empty bed,
a hurting heart (a wee bit fluffy where the dust had stuck).
He’d always been quite good at hiding bits and bobs – 
pilfered toffee, other people’s books.
We drew a blank.
Tried to bargain. 
Offered up his favourite song, 
a wish balloon, a kiss each night,
a toast on Christmas Day,
but Harry took that tiny piece of Mum,
which seemed too high a price for us to pay.

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