Trickery
She’s gone except for silence
that always stays for last
and you walk barefoot
to muffle the sound of your
footsteps on the tile floor
with your fingers
you tap on the table
to hear noises from the forest
this silent afternoon
when all sounds
dwell in absence
only the sun walks in
through the open blinds
mimicking your noiseless steps
Manolis Aligizakis 