Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Without you

Without you
There is no poetry
The words won't rhyme
The pen dries up
and slips on paper

Without you
There is no song
No music
No rhythm
Not even silence
Just a periodic thumping
In the background
Of the hours that refuse to pass away

Without you
The rooms are empty
The picture frames
Glance nervously around
Conscious of the empty space
Inside themselves

Without you
There's no poetry
Or prose
Or even enough words
To describe the hollow
That you leave within