There’s an empty seat on this bus ride
Bumpy streets and ocean tides
Dumpster dishes and an old rocking chair
That’s broken into shreds
Like the strands of curly hair you left behind
On your side of the bed
The air blows west now, my love
As I squint at this half moon
I feel your breath upon my neck
While cold to death inside this room
There’s a dress you used to wear
I’ve kept it hanging there by the door
And your glass still half full of wine
On top the nightstand dresser drawer
No tears are left to fall my love
I’ve slowly forgotten how to feel
And all the birds have flown away
Since I’ve sat down for a decent meal
The old clock stopped for several days
Though our picture still remains the same
These sheets are lacking more than you
My soul has gone away
Some days I think I’ve passed on too
Other days I seem okay
For now you are just a memory
As I patiently wait to fall asleep
Then I could dream of what life was supposed to be
Complete with you and me.
The Widower
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted All Poetry, Life Poems, Love Poems
in