Poem You

Talk to your ghost

Sleep with your clothes

I’ll take whatever’s left

In the waste of your death

(But in case you come I left the light on)

Whatever’s left

(Bright enough to see from stars)

Of your death

(Find me in the bedroom corner)

I’ll take whatever’s left

(Writing verses of shattered hearts)

In the waste

To ease missing you

And the stinging too

Of seeing blue

Poem you

Come home, light's on

Come home, light's on

Cause I’m missing you

And it’s stinging too

To see a blue

Poem you

Come home, the light's on