Empty Space

As i stare at this empty room

i think about what could've been

had that car not hit you

i look at the pictures

hanging on your wall

and the pages full of letters

you loved to write

it was your passion

but now you've taken flight

i think of what was before

and try to be happy

but you were only four

i try to forget this empty space

always such a mess

now i wish only to see your face

Author's Note

yes i am depressing. all my poems are :) I'm just weird like that.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Sad, but very good. I've had similar thoughts after one's passing. Wanting them to still be here, I think we dwell on what physically remains.

[Emma-Joan]

Thanks in advance for everyone who reviews :) and thanks to sunny~~ for being the first to review :)

[Sunny]

Depressing? A little but it's a nice poem!
~~Keep it up