Lonely
Go:
I felt a poem today. Frank is gone to school this weekend and I am going to be home by myself. I don't sleep well when he is not there. I hear every single creak the house makes, I hear every blade of grass blowing in the wind. I feel lonely and I am not even home from work yet. There are people wandering the hallways all around me...and yet...I am sitting here at my desk..feeling empty.
(photo from Cades Cove - taken by Don Hodge)
Lonely Is…
…a silent, steady rain
falling.
…a cold, bitter winter wind blowing.
…sad songs on the radio.
…one....just me.
…a starless night.
…parting with someone who
makes your world go round.
…love gone wrong.
…love to soon.
…an ocean at low tide.
…forgotten friends.
…hopes and dreams dashed on
the rocks of time.
…me
…without you.
STOP!
1 comment:
Nothing harder than returning to an empty home. May the absence make the heart grow fonder and you find something special to do with your "alone time".
Christy @ A Heartening Life
www.ahearteninglife.com
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