the baby shoes that were never worn.

Suggested by my friend, (and first person to participate in my #poetryproject) @CR4CK5T4R. The first poem he wrote for me was awesome! and can be found here. I highly suggest you check it out. The poem I wrote with his first suggestion, 'The revolution is over, but it was only in my head', can be found here. ..and here we go..

The rain has slowed to a drizzle

you notice through the car window.

Your heart feels empty

as he pulls out of the parking lot.

Your body aches

with pain

with sadness

with heartache.

The drive home seems to take forever

but not long enough.

The grief makes you dizzy,

you notice as he helps you inside.

Visions of staying in your warm, dark bed,

for the rest of time

are haunting your desires.

So you walk past That Door,

and attempt the fight that has you longing to go in,

while you shiver from the coldness

that comes from the room behind it.

Tears flow down your face,

as you give in to That Door

and enter the room.

The walls are pink

and the heartache is terrible.

This room used to be a happy place.

Full of excitement and visions of love.

On the handmade shelf,

are the baby shoes that were never worn.

Your precious little angel

returned to heaven before

giving you the chance to wrap her in your arms.

Dreams are all they are now,

those visions of love,

for they will never be a reality.

Your head is throbbing with misery,

you notice as he picks you up off the floor,

and shuts That Door behind you.