Poem: "140"

"140"

You have lied
stolen my innocence
broken my heart
as the autumn leaves
fall slowly to the ground

I wake to the new day
the bed is empty
the fragrance of you
lingers on the pillow

it has been days
since you left
this room
this tiny
fragile space

has become nothing
devoid of warmth
and need
in the aftermath
of love's passing

will you still
hold me against
the wind

only to save me
from the inevitable
unraveling?

Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo