Friday, September 16, 2011

Home alone


Every day I come home
Swing the door open
and step in anxiously
Hoping to find you home
but you are never there
I scour the place
And still
there is not even a trace
not even footprints
unknowingly left
I sit on the couch
all alone
hoping you will walk in
any moment
Knowing you can’t stay away
But perhaps I am wrong
The air gets eerie
Loneliness gnaws
even memories hurt
As yesterdays flash alive
and I walk out dejected
Lest I go out of my mind

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