The Final Straw Of Sanity Poem by Lorraine Licona

What will I do when you take away the music
When all I'll have left will be the silence
screaming in my head?

What will I do with the empty draws
in which your clothes used to lay -
fill them with memories?

What will I do every morning a 7: 00
when I wake up and drive my car
to my imagination?

What will I do when your shadow comes to work
and I hand coffee to an empty space
or kiss the air?

What will I do with the extra plate of food
that I will cook every night -
feed it to the table?

The story of my life will be the video that I watch on Thursday nights -
an empty screen
as I hold the floor tight and blow my brains out

Lorraine Licona ©