Words of a Poet

Empty
June 28th, 2008

I hate looking out the window
Waiting for you to come home
I can’t stand to wait
How long you’ll take
To come back to me.

All I see is an empty space
Where you need to be
I keep waiting for it to get better
For you not to be so mad

I’ll no longer stand by that window
Looking out for you
Checking the time
As the hours go by.

There won’t be this empty space

by Matthew Henrickson