2nd December 2016

Prompt-'write a poem about someone you lost as if they are merely a lost object, waiting to be found. ' from poetry-prompts.tumblr.com

My eyes still seek her on the now empty bed,

Memories of a frail voice calling out to me.

I wander through the empty house

Looking for her, in the chair by the  window.

Yet not finding her, I follow the trail of fond memories,

Reaching the porch swing, that waits idly,for it's occupant.

Marigolds and Chrysanthemums have long wilted in the overgrown flowerbeds

And the scent of herbal tea no longer lingers in the vacant kitchen

And as I walk away from the  empty house,

I  continue to search through the recesses of my mind for her.