“When you left,
poetry visited me.”
― Kamand Kojouri
When you walked through that door
slammed shut and
leaving me alone
and as I walk towards my home
with marred heart
and swollen eyes
gazing from emptiness
into nothing
there was nothing I want more
My heart was crumpled in pieces
too tired to bow down
pick them
so I leave them as it is
Nothing seems to catch
my fancy anymore
the nights were cloudy
living with a dark moon
I could never open my heart
for anybody else
anymore,
but when you left me
my poetry came.
and visited me.
and made me whole.
–Megha
I blog at Megha’s World
Poet's Corner 