Heartbreak Poem

Missing You Each Night

I wrote this poem for my best friend after she and her boyfriend broke up. They were together for a year. The poem is about a girl missing someone she loves, and every time she compares herself to the Weeping Willow outside her window.

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It's such a beautiful poem talking of the fears, the anxieties, the pain and suffering of a lost love. The nature becomes a reflection of your own heart. When you are happy, the nature sings...

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The Weeping Willow

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Published: December 2016

Last night I woke up and you weren't there.
I told myself that I shouldn't care.
I wrapped my arms around a pillow,
Staring out the window at the weeping willow.

Why does it weep? Why all the tears?
Is it also weak and filled with fears?
Has it lost its love, like I lost mine?
Don't worry, everything heals with time.

Last night I woke up, again all alone.
I told myself that you would never again phone.
I hugged my blanket and tried to sleep.
Again I looked at the tree. Why does it weep?

Why does it hang its head? Is it also trying to forget?
Has it given up? Is it filled with regret?
Why does the willow weep? Does it feel remorse?
Does the willow also wait for time to take its course?

Last night I woke up. The bed again was empty.
I held back all my tears because I've already wasted plenty.
Again I looked out the window, and there was the willow across the street.
I thought about our time together, and with the willow I began to weep.

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  • Nidhi Rana by Nidhi Rana
  • 4 months ago

It's such a beautiful poem talking of the fears, the anxieties, the pain and suffering of a lost love. The nature becomes a reflection of your own heart. When you are happy, the nature sings and when you are sad, it weeps for you.

I remember listening to a cuckoo and finding her songs vibrant and lovely, when I had just discovered my love. I would sit for hours at my window or walking around the trees, finding the cuckoo's song to be the best music in the world.

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