[POEM] Home

Life finally starts;
settled in bed beside you,
I am home at last.

My things are scattered
in the hall; box upon box,
waiting for their place.

The morning finds me
sighing my goodbyes; knowing
after every day,
from now ’til death eternal,
I’ll always come home to you.

[POEM] Absence

To feel such relief
and solace in the absence
of an empty life
exhale the pent up anger
inhale sweet contentedness
He’s gone. Life can continue happier knowing there is a void where he used to be.