Red: The Love Poems by Leah James
I sit...
I sit;
I wait
again
for minutes. Four months
would understate
the length of
time
that I hurt…
Confused and angry
but kind, just kind
enough to forgive
and forget
the silence;
a silence
that still
lingers in my ear
as “nothing”…
whispering, “nothing”
a somber speech of only
the truth.
With you
I am emptiness...
of air. No,
empty like a
void so wide
that sparrows
drinking from
my disemboweled cup
only find the
dry heat of the
desert you
left me with…
Nothing…by text message
lovin’ all of you
and you none
of me.
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About the Creator
Leah James
A creative and inspirational Midwest writer.
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