You spend hours,
looking out the window,
staring into space
and that faraway look
stays with you
when you gaze upon my face.
For years and years
we have shared this home,
this house where our children were born,
and yet,
when I speak to you,
I feel like I am all alone.
Strangers,
that is what we are,
strangers,
and I love you so.
and tomorrow,
will you still be here?
tomorrow,
will you say hello?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
