Happy Wednesday, readers! This week, I am showcasing another poem. This was written a long time ago, more than ten years ago. Let me know if you like it!
This house is empty.
Where did you go?
The faintest tapping…
Is that you?
The stairs creak under my feet.
Can you hear the groaning wood?
I creep from behind as you type away.
Have you gone deaf, my dear?
My arms enclose around your frame.
You used to love that…
I close my eyes and gingerly kiss your neck.
Why don’t you giggle like you used to?
Your warmth fills me, makes us one.
Are we back to normal now?
You fade away, smoke spreading through air.
Will I see you again, my lovely apparition?
Tyler Gohde 