Red Steps

red steps leading
to an empty room
my things are packed and gone
while you were away
I had to leave this morning
or I may want to stay

Don't throw out
my empty bookcase
or my favorite blue chair
where I would sit and read
throw out all the bad
memories of me instead

before I left I sat and stared
out the window in my room
where I would sit alone
in the house up on the hill
waiting for someone
to hold me of their own free will

loneliness is not so bad
once you get used to it
but I'm not so sure its
how I want to finish out my years
with someone but still alone
remembering the tears

as I sit and write you this
I remember when we met
you liked the way my jeans
fit hanging on my ass
somehow you forgot that I liked it
when you made a pass

I'm sorry I couldn't do
this in another way
but I'm afraid that
if I tried
I might decide to
stay

Robert
2015