Empty Nights

After all the words
And waiting in the wings
I wonder what to think
What to make of things.

I remember the day
I welcome the sight
I cherish the memory
Yet dread the night.

The bed seems so empty
The thoughts so strong
How can such beauty
Leave me thinking I was wrong.

I reach for the pillow
Waking to feel your heart
Realize that it is empty
And wait for the day to start.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to Empty Nights

  1. Ohhh…..so sad yet so hauntingly beautiful….thanks for sharing your heart.
    blessings
    Celeste

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