Days Grew Colder …
The days grew colder when you left
icy winds froze my empty heart,
sun does not shine in my window,
I no longer know when days start.
Ticks on the clock pounding my head,
the night is day, day may be night,
it makes no difference really,
it’s the kitchen bulb or daylight.
Coffee taste is only sense left,
no need to wash the cup anymore,
it’s never empty – what the heck?
out of coffee, gone to the store!
Be back soon, welcome home from trip,
sorry to be so dramatic,
it’s those darn silly soaps I watch,
where drama is systematic.
This poem is about a few minutes in the life of a person whose spouse has gone on a business trip. It
represents how important it is to have faith in one’s self and be a whole person. Lover’s may complete
each other, yet when one is alone they should be able to carry on with day to day responsibilities. It is
so important to love and take care of thy self. It is also important to not run out of coffee, especially
when you expect your beloved to come home any minute.
© 2019 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
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