I'm folding paper airplanes
I know will never fly,
Crumple them after
And I'm missing
The basket every time,
I'd say I'm off center;
The earth isn't rotating
The way it should;
Something is off kilter,
She is gone,
Killed her heart
Driven to suicide,
Soul released
Like a flame put out,
But she took part of me
With her dying breath,
I'm a desert barren;
No rainy clouds
No breezy sun,
Just cold as death
Within me,
Where did she go?
Though I know the answer,
I'm neglecting it,
She'll never be back
And all I can do is reminisce,
Memories refresh,
Gloss over her pictures;
Cry at her laughter
I won't hear again;
Might as well give up
All my senses,
What use is it all
If I can't see her once more...
©okpoet