Still
Location
Maryland
United States
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Still empty air
breathless and worn
so out of place
on this bright autumn morn.
As I pause to listen
to the birds lively chatter
I can't help from dreaming
of the sound of his laughter.
The clear placid lake
and the cool autumn air
are matched by fall's beauty
and my deep dispair.
The warmth on my face
makes me turn toward the trees
where I see a sunbeam
scattered by leaves.
As I stare at the trees
red, yellow and green
the picture dissolves
into our parting scene.
I turn back to the lake
the wind warm and strong
whispering the words
"he is gone, he is gone"
This poem is about:
Me