John Grey

Sonnet of the Missing

Who is it must hear all these unkempt nights
Of waiting by the window watching cars
Indulge the bonhomie of neighbors, stars,
Twinkling modicums of fate, steadfast lights
That tend the forlorn craven appetites
For certain company? Whose manner jars
The peace of others? Whose demeanor bars
The forlorn house from its familial rights?

Who drags winter comatose into spring,
Condemns the night to ancient history?
Who cannot think in terms of anything
But who's not here, nor ever will they be?
Who won't respond when voices call, phones ring?
No longer worry on this point. It's me.

John Grey is an Australian poet and US resident. His latest books are Leaves On Pages and Memory Outside The Head, available through Amazon.