Lingering (Poem)

Faded love is an empty room
where a familiar thing no longer resides,
the feeling something's missing,
that empty space once occupied.

Memories bounce off bare walls
reflecting barely an echo
as images sputter like a dying light bulb
(but sadness had blacked out long ago)

And still she lingers,
with fingers clasped tightly
and one foot out the door,
as if her eyes can bring back
what her heart no longer feels

once more.

If (Poem)

if we were all shadows searching in the dark,
leaving behind not a trace, a single mark,
would you still fall in love with me?

if we were all just whispers in the deep,
soft and vulnerable in our dreams,
would you still sing me till I fall asleep?