Her Poem by Pat Urdahl

Her clothes still lying on the floor...


She couldn't take no more...


Her things still in my dresser drawer...


Sounds of the slamming door...


Her glass of water still next to my bed...


Shes not coming home...


Her perfume on the sheets...


Still dancing in my head...


Thinking about what she said...


Her voice echo's still clear in my mind...


Did I treat her that unkind? ? ?


Her beautiful smile I still see...


And I know its not for me...


Her coat still hangs on the rack...


Reminds me shes not coming back...


Her lipstick still on my bathroom sink...


Makes me start to think...


Her love for me when did it die? ? ?


Was it all just a lie? ? ?