Empty Seat
A month later
Birthday
Your twenty-first
Tears for what could have been
Balloons just for you
Thanksgiving
An empty seat
What do we have to be thankful for?
Another month
Christmas
Another empty seat at the table
An empty seat in our hearts
Your memories, your smile
A new year you'll never seePoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Conflicting Feelings | 0 | 03/15/2018 |
| Anticipation | 0 | 01/01/2018 |
| No Longer | 0 | 09/15/2017 |
| Sudden Spirals | 0 | 06/12/2017 |
| The Storm | 0 | 04/24/2017 |
| A Closing Door | 0 | 04/19/2017 |
| Back Another Day | 0 | 04/19/2017 |
| Struggle | 0 | 04/08/2017 |
| Empty Seat | 0 | 04/08/2017 |
| Here Again | 1 | 02/10/2017 |
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