Cardboard boxes stacked against the wall
You quickly fill them all
With your clothes and cares, your pots and plans
You took it all as you ran
Even the last book is pulled from the shelf
As you erase any trace of yourself
I should be with you there
Making some last ditch effort to show that I care
Before we're pushed apart too far
But, instead, I sit in this dingy bar
Where even the beer and the smoke
Can't make me forget my heart's been broke
And when I finally drag myself home
I allow my eyes to roam
Across the empty spaces you should fill
And wish that you were here still
But what was once will never be
And this empty house is now much too big for me
YOU ARE READING
A Tree Takes Root
Poetrya tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown
