The Collection On The Floor

This poem was by a friend of mine who goes by the alias "XDarkAngelX". I love this free verse. I first read it, it touched me DEEPLY. Like he was in my mind, body, and soul. Which is why this verse is like my theme, the story of my life...


A hollow Stomach growls
I'm hungry for your touch

Words whispered in my ears still echo in my head

Alone in the dark, blinds pulled shut
I lounge in your outline on the couch

The room smells of sex and our duplicitous lives

Earrings, barrettes, a pair of white ankle socks and a crimson scarf are all that's left of you

A week's collection on the floor

Your scent lingers on this couch
Your glass of wine neglected on the end table

I hate to pour it out
I know you'll finish it one day