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

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
By Sara Pufahl, who runs the blog link exchange site Poets Who Blog.


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.