Lately my fingers have been missing something
that has never been there-
an odd sensations of feeling like a band should be holding them
but instead empty space rings round,
the same way that there is suddenly unfilled room
when I notice another woman of my age
settling her children in to the pew beside her.
It’s the sense that I have forgotten
to bring something with me,
or that I have stepped into some alternate universe
where I made a wrong decision years back that changed my life,
now a shell of what if could have been,
the real life somewhere else
and running on without me.