Empty Bed

The pillows and the sheets
Ironed stiff and tucked in tight
I can smell her perfume in the air
And see her brushing her hair

It's been awhile since she walked away
The echo of her voice still lingers
I'm a ghost floating in the dark
Clinging on to a splintered heart 

All the small things I treasured
Have been crushed underfoot
It's hard to see the signs
When you've lost your mind

Space is what I face every morning
I'm searching for a ghost
The silence gets louder every day
I'm lost in the fog looking the wrong way

(C)JMN2024