alone

alone

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Alone I sit
My coffee slurps
The table, talks
An empty cup
Overflowing,
Full, memories.
Hers, we shared, thoughts.
Now, just vacant
The chair she loved
......It's very quiet
The view is bare.
Rains have started
My sadness sheds.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 14, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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