Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

That Empty Room

I wish it would get easier

the times I see you go

I try my best not to look sad for you

and not let my emotions go

it’s only afterwards it truly hits me

like a brick load from the sky

that crashes long and hard

so I wait for it to pass me by

I’m not sure why, cuz I’ll see you again

but two weeks just feels so long

I hate to see that empty room

reminding me that you’re gone

I wish it would get easier

when I have to say goodbye

I try to hold it all together

and find things to bide my time

I wonder if you think of me

and really miss me too

I hate that you’re so stuck between

it’s just not fair to you

I wish it would get easier

as you get inside that car

even though you’re not that far away

you might as well be with the stars

I never wanted this for you

I only wanted more

until then , it feels you’re locked away

behind some chained-up , bolted door

I wish it would get easier

and the hurt would fade away

and though the time spent is so special

like a bird, it must fly away

I just want you to have it all

and feel loved every minute

so I’ll have to love you that much more

with every action, word and sentence

and thought it hurts to see that empty room

whenever I walk down the hall

you’ll always find me waiting for you

because for you it’s worth it all