you left me at the jazz bar

you stand up from the velvet lounge,

an imprint of you is left behind.

an empty space beside me,

a hollowness inside me.

tears simmer in my vacant eyes.

i clutch your clothing which i stole,

a jacket to wear, but could never fill.

Reviews

[Inkspire]

Great
The poem paints the visual in front of you

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. You paint this picture well.