empty, silent darkness
Your memory still haunts me
It simply won’t let me go
My dreams are filled with you
Though I have tried so
To continue on
I still feel your presence
When I wake late at night
I reach for your body
Hold your pillow tight
Now you’re gone
My days are an imitation
Of the way it used to be
But the quiet morning coffee
Is a reminder, there is only me
To continue on
I never wanted to imagine
A life that didn’t include you
But the empty, silent darkness
Reminds me that it is true
You are gone
May 4, 2014
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Bridge
PoetryWhat happens when all the talking has stopped? When the love is there but hidden? When the bridge crumbles?