He's Gone...

For a boy I used to know.

I look at his empty room
Things still all in place
He's gone away...
From this room as familiar as his face.

His pictures on the wall,
His books upon the shelf,
Whisper so softly, so gently,
About the boy who just up and left.

It still smells of him, this room.
Of sunshine and grass in summer,
The smell of a boy, not yet a man,
Lingers still, long after...

His things are still untouched,
Waiting for his return.
And they sit patiently, like I do,
Waiting for him to come.

This room remembers him,
And feels so naked without his warmth
It feels just like I do...
Like it has nothing to live for.

Who are we without him,
This bedroom, and myself?
We both belong only to him,
Never to anybody else.

I've disturbed the dust that settled,
And it dances in the light.
Reminds me of the way his eyes shined
When they looked deepest into mine.

And I drive away slowly,
Looking back in the mirror,
At the house where I used to visit,
And the pains that still linger...

I don't know why I went there.,
The memories still bleed...
And my heart still aches for the boy I loved,
And the boy who once loved me.
 

Reviews

[Rain]

Whay a touching piece. It is a chance to enter the mind of the writer for intent, but all I could feel was a mother's love for her son. There's no stronger love. The way you wrote it, and the emptiness in the lines, all say a young man left home, and a mother refusing to give up om him. I pray it's not a son gone forever, but only one who is lost and angry, and confused. I left home a sixteen. I didn't see my wrongs until I was thirty two. We made it right. I turned down every wrong path, but I came back. God, this is such a haunting piece, so much longing, so much regret and unfounded guilt. It is very touching. Love Rain..