BUTTERCUPS

By Carol Beirne

We searched all day but couldn’t find you

no-one knew what was on your mind.

We found your car with the engine running

and your phone vibrating on the passenger seat.

It is me calling you, waiting - for you to answer

It goes to voice box.

In uncut grass, I find you, lying face down

into your shadow - searching for answers.

Buttercups stare and question,

Do you like butter?

You never left a letter or text to say

‘I need to talk’

Around the kitchen table - we now stare

where you once sat –

at the empty chair.

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