You'Re Not Here Poem by bob barci

You'Re Not Here

Rating: 5.0


I sit in your home
and you're not here.
I cleaned up a bit.
Played with your parrot.
I've got chestnuts in the making.
I listen to my albums on your stereo.
I create this poem.
And you're not here.

How lonely and empty this place feels.
How alone I feel.
I could walk the streets.
But, what good would that do?
I'd see familiar faces
surrounded by familiar places,
but, you're not here.
So, what good would it do?

The chestnuts are done.
I know where you are.
I know about when you'll be home.
I watch the parrot fall asleep.
I munch on chestnuts.
I write more lines.
And you're not here.

I listen for the phone.
Melanie sings on and on.
I make lines into stanzas.
I munch on chestnuts.
The parrot likes them too,
he screeches for more.
And you're not here.

The parrot sits beside.
He watches as I write.
I know you'll be pleased to find this poem.
Not bad, I think.
I wanna call attention to it.
Share it with someone.
And you're not here.

I wanna walk the streets.
Greet the places.
Greet the faces.
Look over the water.
Listen to the music.
I wanna do so much.
And you're not here.

I finish the chestnuts.
I play more Melanie.
I write more lines.
I wait for the phone to ring.
I wait for the door to open.
I listen to the parrots song.
And you're not here.

I wanna go out.
Wanna write more lines.
Wanna finish this poem.
Got to type it up.
Gotta figure out to end it.
Wanna go walking.
And you're not here.

I think I'll just stop.
Put the parrot back into his cage.
Put Melanie on hold.
Clean up the chestnut shells.
Put on my torn jacket.
Maybe borrow one of yours.
Go for a walk.
I'll make it on my own.
Somehow.
What else can I do?
You're not here.

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bob barci

bob barci

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