These Cloudy Days
The flower petals fall onto the cedar table.
The tea in the china has grown stale.
The trash flows out of the trash can.
The door is still open from when he left,
Blowing the fall leaves into the hall way.
The eggs are now rotten.
The note that you wrote is still on the table,
old and browning.
The new is no longer new.
Its fresh scents and bright colors
Are now faded.
Faded like the relationship that had been.
The man that stole my heart
Has taken the life from my possessions,
Robbing them of their vibrant colors,
Their happy smiles and comforts.
My life is empty since he left.
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