Absence

 The household runs in clockwork precision

Hot and fresh breakfast, lunch, dinner
on the table, on time.
Every recipe measured and perfect
Each one served to their tastes.
School, office, groceries
Everything is on schedule
Maid, gardener, driver
all show up,
not punctual
but not too late.
Washing, ironing, arranging
clothes defy the slightest crease.
I have allowed nothing to cease.
The house you left behind
is filled with activities.
It is the home that's in chaos.
Forlorn.
Quiet.
Soulless.
Empty of your presence,
wrapped in uncertain, unease.
The life goes on.
Grief is transient
everyone will survive.
The household will keep breathing,
but the home won't be alive.