I looked for you under the bed
Through the shoebox and the stuffed toys
But I couldn't find you there
Only a heart-shaped basket filled with tears
I pressed my cheek against the pillow
Wanting to wear the warmth of your last kiss
But there was no feeling there
Only the remnants of a faded dream
I listened for your voice in the morning wind
Hoping to hear the echo of your lost goodbye
But I didn't hear you there
Only the rustle of many dead leaves
I felt inside myself and found
A you-shaped hole in my heart
So I took a long lingering breath
Trying to fill that empty space
Then a part of my soul flew away
To that place over the horizon
From which there is no return
And slowly, I was made whole again.
I went looking for your profile out of curiosity and was unfortunately re directed to an E-mail instead. I don't Email people I don't know so I will have to leave this here...
Your writing has a simplicity that has long been left for dead in today's society. Not the kind of simplicity where it is juvenile, but like the eloquent simplicity found in poets like Donne and Claire.
I commented because of your Email address... It is one of my favorite movies as well... and now, your writing is counted among my favorites too.
Thanks for sharing your; Beautiful, simple, elegant perspective. You are a true poet.