I’m standing in the bedroom doorway-
watching you sit on the black chair:
drink in one hand- remote in the other.
Only question I can think of is;
Who is this stranger on my couch?
You look just like him- even your frown.
You’re driving his car – using his stuff,
and taking his role as my man;
but you’re frighteningly unknown to me.
My man, showered me with kisses-
his corny jokes rolled until the night,
our connection was undeniable,
but your heart is so very distant,
your intimacy has desiccated and died;
I can barely get 2 words from you,
so you must be an intruder!
Where’s the man I fell heavily for?
The man that had joy in his eyes
Or maybe it is me that has changed!
Either way I’m fighting for the real “us” again.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
I’m standing in the bedroom doorway-
watching you sit on the black chair:
drink in one hand- remote in the other.
Only question I can think of is;
Who is this stranger on my couch?
You look just like him- even your frown.
You’re driving his car – using his stuff,
and taking his role as my man;
but you’re frighteningly unknown to me.
My man, showered me with kisses-
his corny jokes rolled until the night,
our connection was undeniable,
but your heart is so very distant,
your intimacy has desiccated and died;
I can barely get 2 words from you,
so you must be an intruder!
Where’s the man I fell heavily for?
The man that had joy in his eyes
Or maybe it is me that has changed!
Either way I’m fighting for the real “us” again.
