My Empty Room Poem by Allan James Saywell

I sit in my empty room
Observing life
Thinking of those special things
That make life worthwhile
If I had told her, the many things
She wanted to hear
Whispered those sweet nothings
Women love to hear
So I sit with my despair
Watching through the pain
Life passing by
Could I have explained my want
Ran my fingers through her hair
Told her, I love you
Then this emptyness
Would disappear
When I leave my empty room
My lost love will not be there
Just a memory
In her youth, she set me free