Shadows Of The Heart Poem by Kewayne Wadley

This house hasn't been the same since you left.
Traces of you remain.
The smell of tape from the open boxes when you first moved in
lingers close.
The smell of paint covering the walls with your favorite color.
Overlayed now, with a different color trying to forget
The outline of your footsteps in the hall.
The sound of your voice in the distance of my mind visits more often.
A reaching hand of the tree outside shadows the other branches
close to your window.
Leaves softly rapping on the the glass.
Falling to the ground.
More than A thousand words blind day to day thoughts.
The sun seldomly shines through the blinds.
Dust lines the rows of plastic since we last cleaned them.
Symptoms of loneliness plague the reason why they've become so dusty.
Turning over to an empty space beside me keeps me awake.
Sitting up,
Finding things to do to occupy the time, stuck Missing you.
The floor mats beckon to you although your so far away.
A stepping stone in your voyage through the door.
the opposite direction.
Being strong is highly overrated as I can no longer find the strength.
Changing day to day habits to no aveil.
Still wanting to touch your face.
The warmness your cheek next to mine.
Without you.
This house is just wood covered with shingles.
Slowly chipping away in the breeze