A poem about loss and promise of reunion
Hands empty...Nothing to hide
Standing where you once stood
My soul an open wound
Why do you make me bleed so?
Life's liquid poured out for your enjoyment.
Don't take my pain for granted.
At one time I was your possession
To do with me as you please.
I gave you all of me
Every molecule of my being
Cried out for you
Now these sinews are quiet
Smothered by a pillow of indifference
I am but a shell
Empty like these hands that reach for you
Grasping at the ghosts of years past
Yet, I continue to wait and long for your return
One day will will be one again
Ghostly air will be filled with flesh and blood
Till that moment I wait
Hands empty...Nothing to hide.