Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2015
Softly as I lay, listening
All the time, gentle
Sun so high
Orange and furious
Setting so that the moon may gleam
Like the strings of a guitar

Room is empty
Now full of dreams and leaves
Blowing about with fragile abandon
No tether, no earthly boundaries
Long gone now,
Existing without meaning
No goals left

All seasons played out
Episodes have combed every topic wanted
Apparently
Traded in for a different DVD

Keep seeing the room
Vacant and solitary
Once so full of love and beauty
Now decrepit in it's new reality

Your car has driven by a few times now
The ears perk up and the memories flow
The old room didn't want us
Didn't want us to go
But we had to leave
Just like you had to leave me
For the future was waiting

Waiting for nobody
And so it was
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
  670
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems