Sorrowful Lonliness Like that of an Empty Room

by Spring Lynn Wells
(Oklahoma )

In the dead of night
my heart feels empty
the room filled with shadows of my sorrowful thoughts
like empty rooms left to mask my pain,
my loneliness that time has somehow slipped away.
I can not express in mere grade school grammar
how sorrowful I've become
that I long for your attention
dream of your wisdom
and pursue you shamelessly for reassurances.
It isn't meant to reflect
my lack of belief in you
or minimize your own precocious endeavors
but to adhere to your heart your importance to me.
In my space in this grief
like that of wounded supplication
I find myself again
in this empty lonely room
filled with thoughts of you.
I stand on my knees apologetic
with no way to express my devotion;
let alone my empathy for the time that has no room
but this empty place where I hide my sorrow.
You are like the sun to my dark room
the life I was meant to live
to share in the light of togetherness
not waste away waiting to leave
this sorrowful, empty, lonely room of life.
I hope you will accept my poem
as an artful poetic apology.
With my greatest esteem I surrender my pride to you
and find my humility a humble honest place to rest.
From one poet to the next,
your loving wife,

SLW