The Empty Table

Painting by Laurent Parcelier

The Empty Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Like several evening meetings before
I stand at the special empty table
Waiting for the woman whom I adore
Searching for inner calmness if able

She’s the one who gives me such a feeling
Of weightlessness. I’m flying like a cloud
While my heart flutters as the birds of spring
Wanting to yell about my love aloud

Every second that passes is an hour
I’m a child waiting for a Christmas toy
Her tender lips am wishing to devour
While in her embrace there will be such joy

Her soft smile is but a few feet away
Oh those words of love I’m about to say

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