Night Poem by Rachel Hankins

Your eyes are as empty
as the bottle we killed last night
we were both hopeing by morning
everything would have turned out right
but now you are sitting here
more disapointed then ever before
and I was hoping I could keep you
from walking out the door
when we spoke of the times
neither of us any longer remember
stairing at the stars
waiting for my cigarrette to burn its last ember
you put your arm around me
and never did say a word
I wanted you to promise me forever
but that I never heard
so I prayed that for once
you'd realize what we had
and I would'nt have to remind you
I'd be there for the good and bad
but now were both as empty
as the bottles that lay jagged and broken
I let you walk away
never was another word spoken