She

You are no longer everything.
You have long since fallen from the pedestal I set you on high above the clouds.
You are no longer my god.
My writings of your essence have sighed into a whisper like the ones I hear when I'm with you.
You will no longer be my day, my night, my dusk.
You are just another.

She has replaced you in my sketchbook.

Reviews

[Duckey]

I know the feeling you are talking about, and you nailed it. This is a beautifully written poem and it flows very well, and you have used some wonderful language in the writing of it. I am very impressed well done, love it. Keep it up! xx

[I Am Svetlana]

Very beautiful and heartfelt. I especially love the finishing line. Very creative. Strange how quick people are able to replace others, huh?