A phantom memory, you don't see
The cause lost long ago, leaving me
Without you, there is no sun
Just bitter words – gone, past done...
Coffee stains on a bedside table
A heart it bleeds – scarlet, sable
Clear panes of glass, no fog or mist
Eyes not bright, lips not kissed...
Or maybe there is sun, I'm not sure
But it doesn't shine brightly anymore
Only one toothbrush in its hold
A side of the bed – vacant, cold...
Eyes full of longing, memories swirl
Around promises, words, my fingers curl
Seedlings of regret, moments of doubt
A hole in my heart – a piece torn out.
This is sort of half-finished, I meant to write a few more stanzas, but I re-read it and decided I quite liked it as it was, so there you have it. As always, reviews are loved!