Monday, June 13, 2011

Gone



a half-empty cup
a chair gathering dust
in the fading light
laughter now unheard
echoing in the shadowed hall
a heart waiting
playing a lonely guessing game
of "what if, what if?"
a hand reaching out
hoping for a touch
that is not there
will not be there
anymore

@WenaVee


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This is for One Single Impression Prompt #176 : Miss (Long For)



3 comments:

  1. sad and beautiful poem. This truly embodies the theme of being missed or longed for.

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  2. Very sad thoughts...the empty longings!

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