Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Another Empty Night (c) James WF Roberts

Another Empty Night
(c) James WF Roberts 


Another empty night
comes closing in.
shadows on the wall
remembering your shape
my bed still smells of you
all this time later.

Every song
we danced and sung
and show we watched
every book we discussed
now haunts me on the shelf.

Emptiness of the house
mocks me, eternally.


Fire burns
desire churns
in and out of me
how many drugs
can I take
to emulate
how you felt,
how you touched?

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