The chair you used to
sit on is now empty
When you disappeared, it seems
like everything is a fallacy
My vision for the both of us
now taken by the wind of reality
The reality of you that
you are now only a fantasy
Oh, you don't know
how it feels like to be alone
In the dark, now here I belong
Losing you is a dark christmas
this loneliness is so vast
Valentine is now
the 2nd day of November
A cold, dusky summer
Now I'm walking down
the street
Unable to move my feet
But I have to
Roses in my grasp
What are those for if you ask
You see I no longer receive them
'cause you are now the receiver
you deserve it more than ever
You don't know how it feels
'cause how would you know?
You are now as cold as snow
I am now here again at your side
But how will you know?
And if I will to decide,
Of course I want you here
without hesitation
Enjoying every occasion
But how will that be possible?
If you are now 6 feet
below the ground
Oh the mourning sound
All I can see
Is the chair you used to sit on
that is now empty
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
