71 - Empty Chair Poem by nicola burkett

It's been two years
Right down to the day
That the Angels swooped down
And took her away
The pain hasn't healed
The tears remain the same
Either sleep or awake
I still call out her name
I'm still standing in that doorway
All i do is stand and stare
Still gazing upon
Her empty brown chair
I'm still singing
That heartbreak song
Repeating over
'She really has gone'
The memories a blur
I can't picture her face
Just the clouds in the sky
And the smell of that place
I still walk in slow motion
The same tears the same pain
Knowing that i'll
Never see her again