Just Another Book of Poems

Gone

Story of my life..

Walking away, not

turning back..

Wanting..

Waiting..

To see what's in store for

my future..

Looking ahead of me..

Not the best of ideas.

I lay here,

In this funeral home

Dead.

Gone.

Just a story, another person

Gone.

Forever.

Loved.

Forgotten.

Cared for.

But that doesn't matter now..