When Are You Coming Back
I look at the door
You’re not there.
I stare at the couch,
You’re not there.
Closing my eyes
listening to my heartbeat,
I find you
soothing,
reassuring.
There’s no need to ask,
When are you coming back?
I look at the door
You’re not there.
I stare at the couch,
You’re not there.
Closing my eyes
listening to my heartbeat,
I find you
soothing,
reassuring.
There’s no need to ask,
When are you coming back?
