Poem for her 19

Dear Readers,



The Night

Waiting for her to come home after the Gym
The night is empty, though the house smells of her
Her pillows on the bed whisper to each other about her
I am sitting writing or drawing to while away the time

Waiting for her to arrive home from a trip
The day is empty, though the house smells of her
Her pillows and me whisper to each other
About how we miss her, cuddling us telling us things

Waiting for her to show up at the table
The Minutes seem dull without her near me there
Her purse on her chair and I have a few talk of her
About the Night we met her and started Forever


Happy Birthday babe,

Charles.