It’s been awhile.
I can’t remember why
I haven’t seen you.
There is something
different
about you.
Older.
Sadder.
Lonelier.
I watch you
in your sleep,
curled up on the couch.
I see your tears.
I hope they aren’t for me.
The desire to wipe
them away
weighs heavy on my heart.
Every time I reach out
I can’t seem
to
touch
you.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
It’s been awhile.
I can’t remember why
I haven’t seen you.
There is something
different
about you.
Older.
Sadder.
Lonelier.
I watch you
in your sleep,
curled up on the couch.
I see your tears.
I hope they aren’t for me.
The desire to wipe
them away
weighs heavy on my heart.
Every time I reach out
I can’t seem
to
touch
you.
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