I’m-Depressed-Because-She’s-Gone Poem

Leaves blowing dryly

Wind whistling through the chicken wire

Empty.

A trashcan topples over

Echoes rebound from the rusted benches

Empty.

The padlock is smashed

The gates creak wearily on broken hinges

Alone.

A/N: I know it’s short, but it took me the better part of a week to get it right and find the right words to convey the emotion. This was written because my friend was visiting. No, not because of the “visiting” part, because of the “was” part. I called it what I did for a reason, you know!