Gone
There’s a distinct sadness
To eating the leftovers of the last meal
You cooked together
Of pulling back the sheets
On the bed you share
Knowing they’re not there with you
They’ll come back
But its the time they’re gone
Where there is a distinct sadness
Posted Aug 9, 2022, 11:20 PM UTC
In reading your poem I was reminded to be more aware and grateful of the time we spend with those we love. You never know when it will be the last time. Thank you.