12-27-2019, 12:37 PM
Thanks for the feedback Billy. I am trying to draw an analogy between the events that were confined to a room and a poem on a page- both limited in their physical presence but with impactful emotional and intellectual reach. Version 3 with new title:
The Departure
You left me the key to your vacant room,
Within which whispered wishes bloomed.
Now suffering in silence, a poem unread,
Ink spilled from my veins, I languish in bed.
I shake off the dust, light pages on fire.
Take back your ornament and hollow inquire!
Ash you’ll step into upon your return,
Proof I was here before we adjourned.
The Departure
You left me the key to your vacant room,
Within which whispered wishes bloomed.
Now suffering in silence, a poem unread,
Ink spilled from my veins, I languish in bed.
I shake off the dust, light pages on fire.
Take back your ornament and hollow inquire!
Ash you’ll step into upon your return,
Proof I was here before we adjourned.