On the seventh day, of the third
a shade before the coming of spring,
your voice ceased to laugh and
A grim wind rapped the door,
you closed just a few hours
we knew you would not return
➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.