Dramatic Poetry: Love Ends With Hope
This poem is published in this book along with many other beautiful poems.
A new extra firm pillow never used,
the three liter of Dr. Chill
waiting to be opened;
bought for you and you alone,
but you are not here.
Your shoes no longer sit by my door;
Your tea pot does not occupy my stove.
You took everything that was used
except for your toothbrush.
It still stands next to mine
keeping it company.
Why not just throw it away
while you were clearing things out?
Why leave it for me to see
and remember you, every night
you are not here with me?
I got a bag of mixed jelly beans
taped to my door the other day.
I took it inside
thinking you would love them
when you come back
for your toothbrush.
How long has it taken you to get over a break up from a serious relationship?
© 2012 Christine Buenemann