I Write Poetry

When He Was Gone

It was a cold December,
And waves of memories she remember;
A moment in time where sadness feels longer,
A moment of cries and a bit of laughter.

A story full of pain,
And a little cup of love;
Where everything feels so foreign,
With her heart thumping out loud.

She told everyone their story,
But only a few drown in worry;
After he left in a hurry,
Her life became a dump of misery.

When he came into her life,
Every chunk of her existence lit up;
But he left her in the dark,
Now darkness she had become.

She grew tired and sick,
Knowing that he will never be back;
Back in her life and in her arms,
Emptiness welled up in her heart.

Tears brimming her eyes,
Remembering the good o'l days;
While snow falls down on her window pane,
And her attempt of finding him went in vain.

©2016
|green-orbed guy|