Waiting for You
The door is open, but the birds squawk away the daylight,
The shadows grow longer – must I forget?
Your photograph still lives on the mantelpiece, but as light fades
So does your face.
Outside, stirring shadows are but birds',
And yet, when I sleep, a candle will take my place,
It too burning itself down,
Waiting for you.
A contest entry
- #4 Losing a loved one. by xox-lankan-xox.
500 points, ended March 13, 131 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any comments are much appreciated!
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welcome to AP. this is a fine poem indeed. You have talent. I hope you make many friends here.
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Thanks!
Thanks! My first impression is that I love the way I can just set up an account and get started so quickly.
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