Empty Room
Eyes gazing, questions raising...where is the one
who rested here? Where is the one who took refuge here?
They are gone...yet their things remain.
How odd...they did not stop to pack.
Bed fresh...room clean...as if some magazine.
Breeze blowing...sunshine glowing...
yet emptiness is felt...how strange.
I peer in further...where did they go?
Will they return...I'd like to know.
I hear the clock ticking on the wall,
like some sort of eary wake up call.
They shall not return...their time is done...
there is no need to turn and run.
P.R.Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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