Friday, April 08, 2011

by Theresa Watson

The sunshine’s gone
The room is now bear

I reach for the bottle
Forced to prepare

Your laughter is echoing
From memories in frames

You speak to me still
Through your left behind games

The cost of it weighs
There is no more shared cash

Just your blue stained shirt
And a handful of hash

And a pain that’s growing stronger
Each time I think

Did I see you walk right by?
I begin to further sink

I hear a bird speak a joyous tune
Mocking my emptiness and fear

I want to be ok alone
But really
I still just want you near

1 comment :

Lisa said...

That poem really speaks to me!