31-Day Poem: Day Seven

Toward One’s Forlorn Path

And as my eyes sag their troubles,
that’s how I know
I’m on my own.

And as rhyme stops flowing
in every part of my life,
that’s when I believe
I lost my way.

And as the empty space beside me
on a bed of a single, dull nail
refuses to quit shouting silence,
that’s what it takes for me to feel
she is missing.

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