Somebody Ain't At The Breakfast Table This Morning Poem by Dorsey Baker

somebody is missing
somebody left us
somebody gone
somebody ain't
at the breakfast table
this morning
a face that we used to see
a body that used to be
somebody ain't
at the breakfast table
this morning

an empty chair
where they used to sit
a bottle of whiskey
never touched
a smoke no one has hit
somebody ain't
at the breakfast table
this morning

the tears
they start to flow
when you love somebody
it's so very hard
to let them go
somebody ain't
at the breakfast table
this morning