Love Poem: The Half Heart

The Half Heart

Every morning  I wanna  wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.

Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.

I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well 
apon the sleave.

She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just  off 
the coast.

In hand brings more comfort  than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.

Every morning  just befor light chases 
night away.
I sit and curse the  reason I could no longer
stay.

Empty as the lost who's life  
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing 
the other half of your heart.