Departed
I harvest the remnants
of our life once complete
Limiting the time I spend
Reminiscing
As my heart now deplete
My eyes look around
the spartan room
Your things gone
and furniture removed
A feeling of empty gloom
My eyes drawn to the window
Afternoon sun bathing the glade
In a matinee performance
of fantastic color and light
A silent serenade
Missing you, still loving you
Feeling you here
Where life used to exemplify
our love and intimacy
Now fated to disappear
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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