There is an emptiness here
The space is bigger
The toys are gone
The room is quieter
I hope you are okay
Looking out the window as you always do
Sleeping in a ball so comfortable
I hope you don’t miss me as I miss you
The last straw sits here in the middle of the empty room
Reminding me that you are not really gone
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I am not a poet. that is, I am not trained nor am I paid for my poetry. Poetry comes to me whenever I have time to sit and think. It doesn't adhere to any rules or follow any styles. like it or not, it is my attempt at giving poetry a chance!
