She is gone to
The bathroom and I
Look at the empty chair
With her
Coat hanging over
The shoulders
It’s as if all
The life has left the room as
If I won’t have
Any air left to breathe if
She doesn’t come back I
Look down at my drink and
Listen to the other
Tables talking
Listen to the yawning sound that
A great void makes
Within me
I
Can only write while
She’s gone
Can only describe the pain just
Not to feel
It ahhhh
Yes
Here she
Is
At last
July 05, 2022 at 01:50PM