Unbrave

 

I don't have the courage to tell my heart that you're gone.

There is an indent where your head once rest,

I refuse to move the pillow.

The loft is empty, 

I am home, but it is empty,

Yet, my heart still beats for you.

I can wait for your return, hopeful

Or I can be honest and burn, truthful

But I know the hearts not ready.

 So I’ll leave the pillow where it is,

The tea cup will remain on the table,

Because I am broken not brave.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com