Empty Moments P.O.M Sept.

There’s a space in my photos

were you used to be

There’s a silence in the kitchen

when I’m cooking my tea

There’s a peg that lies empty

behind the front door

When I’m talking to friends

they must think me a bore

They say I am solo

and no longer a pair

So I don’t get any invites

which I think is unfair

But I really can’t blame them

for being that way

For who wants a wet lettuce

at the end of the day

Now the radio’s quiet

not turned on today

For I have no real interest

In what it might say

For the futures tomorrow

and we can’t live the past

And right at this moment

my fate has been cast

So I’ll go in the lounge

and choose me a chair

With no one to talk with

because nobodies there

And what of the spaces

I now find all around

And the acres of silence

not making a sound

Perhaps I’m just guilty

of wasting the time

When we were together

and you used to be mine

Now where have I put the remote……………