Shoes strewn about my room
Some in pairs, some lonesome
for their partner lost under my bed.
Why don't you talk to me anymore?
Why don't you care?
I used to ask myself, "What if I leave?"
But you left - I look to my pillow and
it welcomes me
like your once open arms.
1 comment:
Thanks for leaving a link to your page at Clementine's blog. You are truly gifted. I haven't reading everything but I definately will
Post a Comment