Why Him Poem by krysten slater

i stare at an empty bed untouched
the place where his head would lay to rest
where dreams would begin and end
i cant help but have this empty feeling in the pit of stomach
i know that he'll be back yet i cant stop this steady flow of tears
to think that once upon a time i despised this brother of mine
now im seated here on the floor looking at an empty room
waiting on the day he will return to fill this house with laughter
joy and peace. im waiting for the day he will come running to me
with open arms