The Empty Corridors

A sigh escapes and I turn quickly,
no one is there.



I walk the long hallway alone,
expecting your laugh around each corner.



The empty corridors go on endlessly,
a solemn procession of lost love continuing.



My lonely, soft, call of your name,
is trapped in the wet tears coating the walls.



Paintings weep in remorse,
wilted plants lining the way,
all seem lost in your absence.



The journey shall go on,
there is no better path to take.



A sigh escapes and I turn quickly...








~Author~ Michael Garland