Empty Without You
It’s me and the four walls again…..
The house is dead silent
without the exhibit
of your infectious excitement,
which made my sunset
brighter, and my breakfast
much more tastier
My heart writhed in pain
when you left in the rain
to pick up a bullet-train,
which even added echoes
of our Love in my mind
These echoes have taken
me to an asylum once,
but not twice
Managing to prove my “sanity”
to my psychiatrist,
I managed to get back into
our old, same house again
and sit at a corner of a room,
rewinding our beautiful moments
that we cherished in my mind
over and over again like a
broken stereo
The four walls are a witness
of my love for you
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014
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