Saturday, April 7, 2007

what can I do now?
you’re gone

you are gone
from my side

the seat besides me stays empty
the bed grows cold
frozen
untouched


and nothing else
I do
will ever be enough
to fill this space

it’d be so much easier if I could just not think
not think
but I do
I do

and this is all my fault
you’re gone
gone.
By Sara Pufahl, who runs the blog link exchange site Poets Who Blog.

2 comments:

Ischelle said...

this poem captured my heart.

thank you for being such a good friend

The Wandering Author said...

Sara, that's one of the better poems I've read for evoking lost love. You have a real talent.