he sees the house
as courtesy he must avoid
out in the open air
there is a chance to
dull an omnipresent
ache
indoors
expectancy still
fills an empty space
wherein her presence clings
pointlessly reminding him
she’s gone away
to stand alone and
face the last mistake
to bear the bleakness
of its consequence
still burns
his burdened soul
© 20 December 2008, I. D. Carswell
Your just getting better and better. Whether it have been written from the past, or beginning the light of a new day, you write from your heart. And there's no better way!
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