There is an empty seat looking at me
that should be filled by you.
A name on the register,
belonging to you
because we are hoping you'll come back.
Your name was read out accidentally
making my hear break more,
when you didn't answer back.
Your name is still on my phone
as I'm hoping you'll call
but your name is not yours now.
It belongs to the sky; another on it took.
Now there is an empty seat looking back at me,
ready to be filled.
A name on the register that should be erased
but none of us can,
it will kill us all.
It's worse to be dead whilst living then dead whilst
Dead.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Book Of Poems
PoesiaI've recently got into poems and I wanted to write some of my own.
