I long for you like an abandoned house in the middle of the forest,
standing still just between the towering trees and
surrounded by those wonderful, iridescent flowers,
until you will return to me again and live in me,
inside my loneliness and desire to be joyous again.
Until then, my doors will remain open like arms,
aching quietly to receive you and to embrace you fully.
YOU ARE READING
Roofs
Poetry"Forgetting is a lot like leaving someone or somewhere you recognized as home." (Copyright © Flores, Catherine 2015)
