Where there was once a love I shared with you …
There is now only an empty bed made with clean sheets
And fluffy pillow shams the same color as the puffy comforter
They both match the toilet seat cover and the shower curtains
Not to mention the drapes and the doyly on the night table
I don’t miss you at all
2007 © T Sheridan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ted, how our acquisitions take better of us and how in a relationship one takes the other for granted. it touched me...i mean the human element subtly concealed...thnq