Still

Crickets are chirping,

the night is still.

You left me today.

My socks were in the wrong drawer,

or so I thought.

I couldn’t find a fork.

I went for a walk,

but couldn’t find the stars.

The wind seemed quiet,

the earth still.

Half past three,

then on to nine.

I wonder what they will say.

But you haven’t left.

You’re not late.

You’re right there.

I don’t know why.

Perhaps it’s me.