Traces Of You
Home is where the heart is
You took mine when you left.
No hug or even a good-bye kiss,
You left me empty and bereft.
The worn-out couch, the empty bed,
Nothing seems to be in place.
A clean kitchen, a quiet shed
No welcome home embrace.
These rooms remind me of your laughter
I remember it all too well.
To where, hereafter?
Such answers are hard to spell.
TRACES OF YOU in everything I see
Breaking me more than I thought I could be
They did say, home is where the heart is…
(Tell me, B,) how do i move on from this?
April 7, 2016
– B –