Midnight Poetry

Troubles that keep you from sleeping.

Since you’ve left

My sockets are filled with swollen tears

Gradients of grey pour into the bedroom where we once lay

The imprint of your body has been preserved in the sheets

Tenderly dying roses wait at the kitchen table;

And the soft purr of the apartment generator calls through the walls

Since you’ve left

I have been left in a daze

The rosy red cheeks that belonged to me have faded

The bed has become cold

An empty vase sits on the kitchen table;

And only muffled sounds of the lives around me seep through the vents

Since you’ve left

My fingers begin to miss yours

Pink lips call out your name

The sheets have fallen to the floor

A vase that once held flowers has disappeared;

And the vast silence of your presence has been replaced with the rain.

 

Reviews

[Mollie Fitzner]

I love the free verse, the contrast of the beginning and the end. Hope those feelings have gone away. If they have not, they will one day.