Heavy and Gone

I write, read, crochet, sing, and play musical instruments. A sucker for learning.

September Poem #5

The sun is up again

Light entering through the shut jalousie window

I turn to my side and find it void

of the dents on the foam

caused by the weight of your body

I search for it

Feeling heavy

My eyes scratchy

Blurred even

The supposed weight travel up

to my body

sit on my eyelids

I want to open my eyes but it keeps shutting them

Then an image of you dancing

You're wearing your scrub suit

Eyes on me, you're smiling

Hot tears seethe through

and flows down on my cheeks

The weight evaporates

It's gone

You're gone