Sunday, June 27, 2010

The empty place

Up there...the 16th floor
open was the door..
the empty place
a few boxes..
a suitcase
the echo sound
and I looked around
here you are
near and far
and when I saw your face
I froze..
wind blowing your hair away
a tender rose
the windy city..took you away
the fading at noon
a night missing the moon
the gray sky
the long sigh
scattered words...out of a sentence
a poem..
written by the silence
of the empty place...
did you hear it?