Early Works - Though You Are Gone

In dark streets where nothingness lies,
I walk alone and cold
here where emptiness is solitude
I find a place to weep.
I was the background other played around
the stage others acted on,
but my usefulness has ended
I’m alone to cry to myself.

The tears I shed
are not of self pity
but are of love
that once was warm
but turned like the wind when angered
to cold and harsh,
but even now I’ve lost
I still remember the warmth
and softness it once had.

Even in this desolate place,
I feel the warmth I once knew
and the tenderness
that used to overwhelm us
in our moments of bliss
though you are gone.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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