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Hollow
by Lyss CopelandThe emptiness in my bed haunts me.
I rub my hand across the smooth, undisturbed sheets,
yet to be moved or slept in on your side
since I had to let you go.
Your body warmth has long ago chilled into the air
and the smell of your cologne
(freshly applied before you came over to me,
laying in bed with your nose gently touching my nose
before your lips pulled my body into yours)
has long disappeared, leaving only a ghost.
Now, only tears mark where you once laid,
tears for the pain I feel in my jaded heart,
for the relief that all of the anguish that you caused
by your cruel words and mistrusting eyes
is over.
Yet, the pain is still here, tearing at my mind,
reminding me of how happy I used to be
with you laying by my side,
warming your side of the bed
with the hope of a love-filled future.
Now, that future has been burned away
into nothing but bitter ashes.
My heart is still choking from them, reeling
from the cold reality that you are gone
and Im the reason why.
12/01/2008 Author's Note: So, I accidently deleted a bunch of my poetry from the site and am now begining to rectify my mistake. Please bear with me if you've already read these poems - just add a new comment if your original was lost. :)
Posted on 12/02/2008
Copyright © 2025 Lyss Copeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/02/08 at 06:03 AM Honestly, I don't recall reading this one. It's awesome, at any rate. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 12/02/08 at 07:14 PM I'm glad you re-posted this... its truly beautiful; but those days are past, no? On to better lifetimes? The images, warmth and smells of the picture you painted are very palpable... really beautiful. ~N |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 12/02/08 at 08:43 PM Alyssa I think you are a beautiful writer... I envy your abilities... |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/10/09 at 03:59 PM A well-exposed photograph of the kind of mountainous scars that inevitably toughen (strengthen?) our hearts. |
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