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 –



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