The extra toothbrush The empty spot on the sofa The extra chair The empty side of the bed The extra dessert The empty room The extra love. The empty space The extra space. Dandruff on the comb Honey in the morn A Beatles song Number thirteen and guava worms.
© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved
posted over at dverse
A/N: Last month my little bro, Dhananjay, left for college. I’ve dedicated this one to him. In the last stanza of this poem, first letters of each line spell out his name, DHAN.