She Doesn't live here anymore

Icy fingers on every heart
Chill breezes through the willows

Lips clench tight when we’re apart
Satin sheets neath silken pillows

Empty hearts, open doors
Shadow dancers upon the walls

She doesn’t live here anymore
Sigh of breezes, through empty halls

Tattered papers, tarnished rings
Bittersweet memories, troubled mind

Discarded emotions, long lost things
Too many whiskies, sweet cherry wine

Time without reasons
Today into tomorrow

Years without seasons
I’m a man of constant sorrow

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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