Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Aubade

By Scott Bailey © 2015

I pause at the door
Look down
At the mess on the floor
Think wryly
Don’t trip on my shoes

I don’t want to go
Believe me in that
Some things just cannot be
I hope you find
Happiness one day

I could not say goodbye
I am sorry
The chance was gone
Give the kids
A big hug from me

And cry, if you can
Hate me, if it helps
Feel the shape of the hole
I have blasted
In your heart

And fill it to the brim
And overflowing
With new loves and laughter
The heal and hold
You in his arms

My time is over
I turn away
Compelled
Walking through this door
Unable to refuse the finger of death

Image from Pixabay

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