An Empty Plate, Für Elise Poem by Chuy Amante

An Empty Plate, Für Elise



The table nor our lives
will ever be the same
your absence, it hurts
but who's to blame

what's not perfect
in the thick or thin?
who lives, who dies
who's holy, who sins?

An Empty Plate, Für Elise
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,love
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