My Big World
My Big World
My world was never so big
then I looked for you
and you were gone
You walked into a thousand misty summers
and now
rooted to this spot
I wait
It's a private thing
Our secret, shared
in which all that is
and all that was
holds its breath
while I grieve
in my big world
where living without you
is like that hole you used to talk about
that could never be filled
a hole as big as the world
and as empty
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2011
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