#289 An Empty Room Poem by Jimmie Arrington

The grass is still wet and green.
The lake's still calm and serene,
With the softest hint of blue.
The moon’s still hanging nearby.
The stars are still dotting the sky.
The only thing missing is you.

The night still feels like a dream.
The wind’s mildly passing stream
Still chills me through and through.
The tower still overlooks the lake.
The walkway still curves like a snake.
The only thing missing is you.

The dock still shakes beneath our feet.
The bridge still hides us from the street
And from the rest of the world too.
The waterfall is still flowing.
The lamp posts are still glowing.
The only thing missing is you.

The crickets are still humming near.
The whales still jump then disappear,
At least we agreed they do.
The tea lights are still spread around.
The stairs still make their squeaky sound.
The only thing missing is you.

My hand’s still reaching for your hand.
My eyes still see each blonde hair strand
Blowing beneath the moonlight hue.
My mind still smells your sweet perfume.
My heart is still an empty room
And the only thing missing is you.