Seven Days Poem by Timmy Tubbs

She has been there for days
And her days slow the hours
With a hollow expression on her face
She stares so hard but is unable to see
With her eyes wide and tears dried
Balled up on her on her couch
The only one saving her from the floor
Her brain eats away with a nervous belief
Her stomach rations her fears
And he is gone, gone, gone

They made plans and that is last he spoke
He has vanished since
And everything she is, was
Is now broke

And weeps come with no chain to time
As if the stomach acid was enough
And the skin bumps up
Waiting
Wondering
Whispering
For his touch

And her fingers curl under her cheek
They tremble like earthquakes
But they are there to listen
Should she speak
And her feet once restless remain calm
Like a child with an ear to a door
Waiting
Wondering
Whispering
“What did I do wrong? ”