Empty House
The House is empty, she is elsewhere, Her presence and scent still linger, All else gone cold and darkly alone, The laughter and spark of her amiss, Her gentle touch far removed, The favorite nesting chair is cold, No one sits on the deck swing, There is no she to give meaning, No winks, kisses, caresses, or any of that, Alas, alas, sadness unbound, The house is empty, she is gone, The life of house, the light of my life, Beyond my touch this beautiful day, The world is a wonder, yet cold... Sign in to see full entry.