She moved out –
Took the whiskey and the couch.
The place is neater now
But far too quiet
He paces the hallway
Looking into rooms
With restless limbs
And a broken spirit
They had been disconnected for months
But that does make it easier.
There is just too much space left
In the house and in his heart
She moved out –
Took the whiskey and the couch
And now he’s left
Living in an empty house.
Secret Thoughts Within 
I’ve lived in an empty house … the feeling hard to describe .. you poem covers void emotion well ..
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Oh thank you Ivor, your thoughts have made me rather emotional. Thank you for sharing them with me.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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oh my Bree, this is so quietly and calmly (after the storm…?) beautiful. i love its translucent simplicity. Superb writing 💜💜💜
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Thank you so much VB 💜 Yes, that terrifying calm after the storm.
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It’s simple yet powerful Bree!
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Thanks Rashmi 💜 So kind of you to say.
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beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. can’t help but notice the slightly poignant bitterness in these lines: “The place is neater now/But far too quiet”. maybe it’s for the better, that she decided to move out – taking the whisky and the couch…
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So observant Lanna! Perhaps it is better she moved out, despite the emptiness of the particular moment I have captured.
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🤍🤍🤍
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Beautiful this! Will written
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Oh thank you Vignesh 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂 I meant to say ‘Well written’, sorry typo!
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Haha, I understood. Are your eyes twitching because of the typo? 😜
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Ha ha. We are bloggers after all. Typos do itch 😀
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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she left
he wept and cleft
alone
solo act
and that is the
gist of the mist
of his missin her tears
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🖤🖤🖤
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💜💜💜
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Can feel the silent air which can tell the story of the two then beloveds, now no more. Oh painful it is.
I can understand the comfort of whiskey and couch after the mess. Lols
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Haha, you are fantastic Kritika. I’m always so grateful for your friendship and support 💜
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You are love. Happy to read your words ST always. (heart) Happy Writing 🙂
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“There is just too much space left
In the house and in his heart”
Fascinating!!
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Thanks for saying so Tanishq 😃
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Heartbreaking but beautiful! ♥♥
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It is…. It is indeed 💜💜💜
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Have a blessed day dear ♥♥
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These words really connect sadness, and lingers long after the poem is done!
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this poem Ben and the way the emotions carry to the reader.
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Yes, you do a good job always. You are very very talented!
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Well I actually think the same about you! Haha… Annoyingly talented 😏
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Thanks. I wish I was annoyingly talented. But I have to say, in truth, your words always astound me. So keep it up. Hope you’ll have a lovely week coming up!
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Haha… you are, believe me, you are. However… I will try to keep it up as you say. I am hoping for a lovely week also 🙂
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I wish you a better week! Thanks again. You’re doing amazing!
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Hi, Bree, you really have a way of making your reader feel what you’re communicating. This is really good work! 🌞
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Oh wow, thanks for telling me that Lisa, that’s very encouraging to hear 💜
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