It's quiet in a room that always smiled...

I only write songs and poems and such when I feel the urge...tonight was one of these rare moments. I dont claim to be any good at it by any means. so judge away.
I have been thinking about this last year a lot with eveyone leaving and moving on and so came this.... It is a poem written for someone I grew close to in a shot period of time, someone I shared my life and dreams with briefly. For reasons and actions that can only ever be truly understood by that person, things didnt work out. I still hold true to my belief that were we still in one anothers lives today, things could have been awesome...

For Flump

It’s quiet in a room that always smiled
with a grin a landscape wide.
A landscape waiting to be explored,
passions shared.
Gorged on dreams and takeaway
a beanbag boasts as lumber,
whilst we sit and wait for the efforts of our fantasies
to depreciate in slumber.
A neon sign heads the way to a fold out couch,
worn and used, a sure sign of danger,
a sagging, sorry mattress fit for a stranger.
Take heed.

But a hand. Yours,
is the smell of new cut grass, a cup of tea,
fresh crisp bed sheets, beams of sun light catching the glass.
Comfort.

Then I am past. Like time.

Blinded, I walked straight in, no fear.
Seeing, I stumbled out.
The couch still waits folded in,
more skin will come, smoother than the last.
But how many will champion the wants and dreams,
partner aspirations of a landscape wide and waiting?

Reverberating.
It’s quiet in a room that always smiled.