I Woke Up And You Were Gone Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

Since you left
I have been staring at the ceiling,
Lying on the floor,
Tearing out my hair out of boredom,
Scratching at the purple scabs on a lonely heart.

Why must my poor heart
Keep following you?

The calendar bleeds and swears.
Suffering and ailing,
I need you here
To kiss you
And hold you
And tell you all the sweet things
Clichés too-oft whispered in a lover’s ear
And too softly state just what I feel.

You sound strange over the lines,
And I can’t tell you
Just how beautiful you are
If I can’t see your face.

I miss you.