They All Slept Here
They all slept here. No visitors sit in my empty chair.
The phone never rings with well wishes and care.
Chronic pain sits with me on my full size bed.
Books stacked at my feet I have read.
There is a constant pounding in my head.
My thoughts wonder too often to the girl I once was
To who I am now.
Once full of energy and did it all somehow.
Dreams of travel and changing the world.
Only to be trapped in bed in a tight curl.
When I am gone and all is left in my room for them to leer.
Will they see all of us?
Books I’ve read
Tears in vain
Movies I’ve watched
Letters and countless journals I’ve written
Diets I’ve tried
Pills I’ve taken
Meals I’ve eaten
Will they only see an empty bed?
Or will they finally see?
It was not only me.
They all slept there.
They kept me company.