You Didn't Come Home by H. Louise

		Author Name: xHannahx	8 Comments
		Date Added: March 31, 2009 15:03:51	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Category: Grieving & Loss

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You Didn't Come Home

Nature Photography - grieving flowers

3:15am

I think I can hear you coming home

I always said,

"You'd wake the dead with your noise"

But secrectly?

It was a comfort

A sign you were safe

I stumble downwards,

My slippers falling off

Every two stairs.

I reach the bottom.

Your shoes aren't there.

You didn't come home.

I shuffle to the kitchen

To make a cup of tea.

Two mugs lay on the counter.

One empty.

One full.

I empty your mug into the sink

Ready for the next round.

I made it for you last night.

I thought you'd like to sit

with me like old times.

But you didn't come home.

I ponder as to why it is

I'm sitting by myself.

And why my shoes

sit alone without yours.

Then I remember.

3:15am.

Walking home from town.

Vodka fueled minors.

A dare gone wrong.

Broken ribs.

A bullet to the chest.

You didn't come home.

You couldn't come home.

Author's Notes:

Just a rough composition

(Picture thanks to http://www.photos-of-the-year.com/nature/showphoto.php?photo=19806)

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Comments:

	Comment By: Jillian K. Alexis on April 28, 2010 01:24:17 AM	Report
	Wow, I could feel this write. You did an excellent job of penning this piece. Absolutely heart-wrenching...Hugz...Jillian Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Graham Jones on July 24, 2009 06:32:22 AM	Report
	I like the twist in this excellent writing~Graham. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: James Lagoski on May 8, 2009 10:01:15 AM	Report
	Dear Hannah- One of the things I always like about your writing style is how already stated below, you can draw the reader into a certain thought pattern and then WHAM-Slam the reader into a complete dose of reality- This ability tends to make the reader really stew over the subject- I Know-It did it to me-LOL- Hope Yer doing well and that life is kind during these hard times- Best Wishes to You and Yours My Friend~ Peace~ James Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Goliath Assassin on May 1, 2009 02:42:31 PM	Report
	Wow... never saw that coming! You've always had a way of sucker-punching your readers wth unspeakable tragedy... I hope this is not a constant reflection of your life, Hannah. I would lik to see good things happen to you. Very strong write, here. You rock! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Andy on April 16, 2009 10:41:43 AM	Report
	My goodness very powerful! Nicely done! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: shietta on April 2, 2009 08:20:54 PM	Report
	Luv this poem...good job Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: shietta on April 2, 2009 08:20:30 PM	Report
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	Comment By: She Whispers on March 31, 2009 03:31:45 PM	Report
	My goodness this brings tears to ones eyes... So very, very sorry... Big hug for you ~ She Whispers Respond To This Comment