NaPoWriMo: Day 6
empty
it is empty
in this silence
in this emptiness
where you once were
where i still hear the ringing of your voice
and feel your hand on my thigh
tea bags sit idly in the sink
dirt from your boots covers the worn, blue carpet
and tears fall, ever silently, down my reddened face
you said you would be back
you said you wouldn’t be gone long
but here i am,
empty.
Copyright 2011 Heather Strang
Posted: April 6th, 2011 under Uncategorized.
