You’ve left and I’m empty
Feeling reverberations
of the door you’ve slammed
Stalking away in frustration
Pain I never wanted for you
Pain I can’t erase
Never could
Your intensity was too much
Though I love your words
Your clever twists of phrase
Captured my mind and then
My heart
In silence I awaited you
Unable to respond
You’re gone, I will miss you
Too little, too late
you will be missed
Not just by me
We all were enriched
Echos of greatness
Spurred to write ourselves
Talk about greatness – Sue, this is a great poem! Especially "Echoes of spurred to write ourselves" I hope more people see this.