A Spot Reserved

I have a spot reserved,
waiting for you,
that sits empty,
full of cobwebs.

The walls are bare,
waiting to be adorned
with the memories
of love, and laughter.

I visit it less often,
shake it out
and prepare it anew,
just for you.

There was a time
when it was immaculate,
shiny and new,
full of hopes, and dreams.

I would run to it,
full of excitement,
anticipated love,
always just around the corner.

There are other places
here in my heart,
filled with pictures,
memories of happy days.

Some are active,
others empty,
walls adorned
with images of love.

Your room, though,
was to be the grandest,
but you never came,
so it sits dark, and hollow.

It held dreams
of adventures,
growing families
and rocking chairs.

The chairs are there,
sitting vacant,
dirty, and new;
instead of faded and worn.

I cannot seal it,
for there is always hope
of the promise of you,
from fairytale days.

I know not
where you are,
nor what delays you,
keeping you from me.

I imagine you’re somewhere
perhaps searching, as I
so, for you, my love,
there is a spot reserved.

© Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.

Published by Leslie Dobson

Leslie has been writing since she was a young child, first with poetry and short stories and later with song lyrics, young adult stories and inspirational sayings. She is a multi-genre author and her blogs and books come when and where the Spirit leads.

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