Yearning

And if I leave,

would these pale walls 

remember me?

Would my scent be forever

hidden beneath the covers?

Would the morning air wisp through these windows riveting back and forth,

back and forth,

missing me?

And would the patio grow old and dusty,

withering cobwebs in the shade?

And on sunny days would the sun shine through, 

so radiant like heaven’s paradise?

And would my books lie on the shelves, untouched, 

and yellowing through the core?

And once I left,

would I remember why it was,

I always wanted more?

Reviews

[Arik]

I really liked this one. It asked questions that I think everyone can relate to myself included.

[demureminds]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. You asked the same questions I ask daily. Will we be remembered? Will what we hold of value be important to another. I did like the strong ending. Always good to want more. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote