I cant remember the last time i wrote a poem, so kudos to John Dapkus for the inspiration:
Lonely Noises
Knowing that going home isn’t going to be as fun
As if you were there.
Driving home and not looking forward to another night
Without you there.
Sitting on my bed waiting for you to walk in,
Waiting for you to be there.
My room is cold and empty,
A hollow shell that is beginning to echo,
And the music I put on
doesn’t give me any comfort anymore.
I’m waiting,
Waiting to hear your footsteps,
To see your smile,
To hear your laugh,
To feel your presence,
As you take the lonely noises away.
<3
