Here She Was

I woke up on the floor again this morning, 
Remembered what it was had laid me low.
That hardwood wasn’t meant to be a mattress, 
But ever since she left I’ve made it so.

I curse the brutal honesty of sunrise 
That filters through the curtains of my room
Illuminating bobby pin reminders 
And pillowcases wearing her perfume.   

This door is one I’ll never want to open. 
I just might let my hammer nail it shut;
She left the closet full of empty hangers, 
That do a nasty number on my gut.   

Here she was; where’s she gone? 
Restless spirit movin’ on.
Ramblin’ Rose from dusk till dawn. 
Here she was; where’s she gone?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace