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Humble Poet Dec 2023
I have roamed around in the emptiness
for so long, that I have grown accustomed
to the echoes of my own footsteps.

The paintings that adorned the walls of our home
only serve as a reminder of the things
that used to be joyful and beautiful

Oh, I remember every moment that we shared
our love and laughter filled the halls
it is those moments that fuel my desire to continue.

The breakfast table is no longer bathed
in the morning sunshine
only shadows of an empty chair remain.

Grey is my world now, not just from a lack of color
It's the darkness creeping in.
Your love, the light that was in my life, is fading

The picturesque words that my heart spilled for you
now cluttered the rooms and hallways
a testament to our glory days

The only thing that remains are the sunsets
Each evening I sit on the porch swing we shared
and watch as the day has set into its inevitable darkness

The alarm is warning me another day is here
I used to remember everyone I encountered throughout the day,
now I don't even remember driving home.

I leaned over and smelled the paper flower
you made and pretended it still held your scent.
Another beautiful sunset drawing to close
the latest in a long line of meaningless days

I stare out at the blank spotless sky
darkness darkness as far as the eye can see
to the point that I wonder, are my eyes open or not.

Then a spark erupted the silence
that woke me from a restless sleep.
A bright light in the recesses of my mind.
Could this be the hope that I have searched for?

Or is it only another reminder of how much I miss you.
She would hand make paper flowers to decorate with.
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— The End —