You came home late.
You were drunk too.
I was a bit afraid.
I didn't speak,I didn't dare to move.
You looked around and you seemed lost.
Lost in a mind game that you could have never won.
You looked around and you seemed confused.
Like you had no memory of this place, no memory of me and you.
Your eyes landed on me and I froze.
You kept on looking for a while.
I'm still not sure why.
You tried to hide it but I saw,
This time you had really let go.
You let your coat fall to the floor.
Wishing all your sins could sink with it too.
You sat down on the couch but said nothing at all.
And ten minutes later, you were again out of the door.
I stayed there for the rest of the night.
Wondering what I did wrong.
But was I ever truly right?
Or were you just another ghost?
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Poems For Them
Poetry"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
