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Jan 2013
Ronnie is that you?
Can you hear me Ronnie?
I know somehow you can
I feel you next to me
I feel your arms around me
I know you hear me.
  They all think I'm crazy Ronnie
They hear me talk to you
I hear them talk about me
No one knows what to say
I cry and scream
Sometimes I go into the closet and put on your clothes
I still have your razor
Your shoes are still  on the rack
Dinner is still in the frig
The dishes never got washed
I have not combed my hair in a couple of days
I think I showered, I don't know
I don't leave the house
Sometimes I get up and think I can do it
But I can't, I just can't
When does the pain go away Ronnie?
When do I stop crying for you Ronnie?
Our friends stopped coming over
The neighbors don't make eye contact
Those calls to check on me stopped
I got another box today
Your unit packed it up
It was stamped with big Red letters "Deceased"
They all said that Ronnie
It was like the news was not bad enough
Now, I had to have a final reminder that you are gone
I finally opened the box Ronnie
I found a list
It was a list of things you were going to get me for my Birthday
And the last thing was
Don't forget to tell her that I Love her everyday.
You never had to tell me Ronnie, I always knew.
Written by
Kalee smith  United States
(United States)   
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