Posted in Poetry

so long

Table is set
your missing.
The candles lit,
should i
blow them out?

What happened?
See the weeds
suffocating hope,
I too weak
to pull them out.

dusty heart
the last feast
how the words stung.

Now empty
tenants in my head,
once your space
and I listen too long.

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