My Little World Poem by Keith Duperreault

The windows have felt empty since you have gone
the roof hangs it's shingles low
and the willows branches scorn me for a fool.
The door refuses to lock..
it says you may yet return to us
but I know you will not,
for the sidewalk watched you go
and it has never had reason to lie before.
The garden misses your gentle hands,
and it tells me I have not the green thumbs
to replace you...it always did favor you best.
A few clouds happened by this afternoon,
eager to hang around now that the sun was gone...
you could have at least left that behind.
You seemed in such a rush to go,
that you forgot to wake me...
and of course those fickle bedsheets let me sleep.
I tell them all I will be fine
happy here in my little world,
but for some reason I don't think they believe me.