come home

i come home every day

and imagine you sitting on the counter.

 

you smile at me,

as i walk through the door,

and sip your coffee

with a smirk.

 

i walk through the living room

with a smirk to match yours,

while you swing your legs

and continue sipping coffee.

 

you bite the edge of the cup.

 

i stand before you and grin,

 

but you're so far away

dragging your tired body

through mud.

 

climbing over fake walls,

then crying yourself to sleep

for another night.

 

i wish you would come home.

Reviews

[Michael Kerr]

great poem. so did you write this because of someone.