shorter poems — untitled & unsorted
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
your coffee cup
is empty now
but i have left it
with its cracking brown ring
encircling the bottom
over by the bookcase
on the table
by the blue chair
where you would sit for hours
and wonder
what life without me
would be like
is empty now
but i have left it
with its cracking brown ring
encircling the bottom
over by the bookcase
on the table
by the blue chair
where you would sit for hours
and wonder
what life without me
would be like
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
Was someone mentally dividing up the contents of the house or a way to dispose of the body? I can't imagine a life without my loved one in it.
ReplyDeletematerial things left behind...reminders
ReplyDeleteI really like this
We cannot truly know how much we will miss a thing, until it is gone; then we cleave to an object of that bygone time, as if it holds life itself.
ReplyDelete~Manfred
poignant plus... nice
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