April Anthology 2016: With one still away

Absence is—
An empty bed next door to mine,
A name on a high scores list
(The only word from you so far this month)
A piano bench full of our mother’s grading
(The keys missing your fingers),
And no glow in the air
At odd hours of the morning,
A nest of my own when life’s too loud
To hide in, and hear the sound of my breathing.