Poem: Looking for Him
Looking for Him
Something of me waits
for him. I look out
and see him. All
that is not him,
all the places
where I wish he
would be, they
are filled by
the emptiness
that came
when I saw
the body
that had once
been him.
Something of me waits
for him. I look out
and see him. All
that is not him,
all the places
where I wish he
would be, they
are filled by
the emptiness
that came
when I saw
the body
that had once
been him.
Comments
Post a Comment