When I stepped into your room
On your bed where we used to love
It took everything I had to not cry
A hand covering below my eyes
To not let you see the emotion fall
Along my face
So devoid of anything
I'm sorry I left without a word

Can you feel the heat
That radiated off you
That followed you
As you left
It slowly died
With every step you took
Away from me

We often start a poem with you or I
Sometimes unintentionally
It just goes to show
How much the soul needs another person

The hell that so many say awaits us
Is right at our feet
We survive it everyday

I wonder why
Why a sunset evokes so much emotion
I sat on a hill facing one
I knew it would be back the next day
But it felt like the world was ending

A tiny Midwestern boy
The hay in his pocket at the corn maze
Grown by the ways of pine trees and baseball practice
With his only motivation that things will get worse