I woke up. Your spot was empty.
I called your name. But no answer.
I checked the house. You weren't hiding.
I walked to our park. I couldn't find you.
I put up flyers. They blew away.
I knocked each door. No help received.
I climbed each mountain. To the empty top.
I woke up. Your spot was empty.
I would give anything. Anything.
For that spot to be warm again.
4/25/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...