Leaving BehindA Poem by Champagne
I left you in your room, a little cot
desk lamp beside, some stuff on the floor
a roommate with a smile, you smiled back.
I sniffed the air, did it stink of smoke?
The whitewash peeled in corners, as you lay
on single sheets, on your bed, with a book.
I hang around, rattling here and there
I check your bed, your suitcase and your chair.
Voices float, there's a party next door -
you want to go, if I were gone, I know.
You look at me, pleading eyes: 'dad please'
it's time to leave, with uncertain ease.
I take a step, glance back, you look at me
'what now?' I hear the silent voice
I check your phone, the battery, the charger hooked
'call me', I say the fourteenth time.
I know you will, and so I kiss goodbye
my treasure left, in a little room, I sigh.
The wind is cold outside, I drive with windows down
But I am colder, I left my heart behind.
Little hands and feet, from videos distant past
your arms around my neck, laughs and cries melting fast.
You will not see today, the trembling of my hand
An empty world, an empty man, driving on and beyond.
© 2011 Champagne
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on December 30, 2010
Last Updated on January 1, 2011
AboutI have always wanted to be a writer since I was a child. Being a passionate person, I am smitten with literature in general and poetry in particular. I have tried my hand at writing intermittently .. more..