I always thought that when you left
There would be some kind of sign
Some kind of warning-
An eerie otherworldly premonition.
Perhaps the birds would stop singing;
Perhaps the sun would no longer shine.
Perhaps TV screens would turn to static;
Perhaps radios would stop their playing.
But when you left me
There was no special sign:
The birds still sang
And no storm clouds dimmed the sun.
A light wind whooshed through the trees,
And flowers bloomed unknowingly
In the deep green of my garden.
I woke up and smiled.
My heart was light and unburdened
-But you were no longer there-
YOU ARE READING
From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
