I dropped you off at the airport.
When I got home there’d been a power cut –
no internet, no microwave, no hot coffee.
It was as if the flat had given up
in solidarity with your absence.
I flipped the switch on the fuse box
and waited for the place to sigh back to life.
I heard the oven ping, saw a light flicker
on the TV. It was then that I realised
I had the most pounding, godawful headache.
Joshua Seigal
