In a drawer
Behind some forgotten
Necessities of life
That cannot be thrown away
There under all these memories
Is some paper
Saved for the day
To write a letter, A note,
A delarcation.
Yet known
I learned my friend has moved away
My loss is more than words can say
Strange it seems
The things she ment to me
Taking for granted
That she would always be
.
A theif has robbed me
Striped from me
Is my self control
I thought she would never go
Found under all the emotions
A new feeling
that will not go away
Pain and dull cutting
It does not leave
lonelyness now is
my guide.
Directing my pen
Words hewn
From now and then
Why did she have to leave
Now I am not alone
My new companion
A painful feeling of Disparity
Floating in its caressing hold
I compose my self
Over looking
My blank page
Clean from where I retrieved it.
Noticing it now has stains
Fallen teardrops
Have wrinkled and left their mark
Bough-ten sheets
Notes from my heart.
Howard Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-away-6/
