It’s been this way for years. Empty chairs fill the diner. Only a few sips left in your mug of crappy coffee. Your lips touch the cold rim. The barren rolling hills whisper silently. Clouds don’t accompany the sky. Nothing has changed. And the same scene plays in your head. No more late-night talks, no more laughter. The moon won’t be a spotlight in the middle of the night When our two voices mingle with stars. Our skin will never touch again. Three words roam in your mind. What went wrong? There are no cars traveling along the two-lane road. Wind kisses through the bare trees As limbs shake from the touch of wind.
Time has pushed these memories farther into your mind. It plucks them one by one, From your memory. From your heart. That once soothing voice, barely whispering in your ear. Two coffee grounds remain in the bottom of your cup. Still, no one is by your side.
From the Author on this Piece- “I’m not usually one to write poetry but have always been encouraged to push my boundaries. When it came to this poem I want to convey a sense of emptiness that some might be able to relate to. I hope that readers enjoy my pieces!”