The Room

In the subtlety of my lonely room,

Despite the dark corners of my closet.

I think of you most although it’s been a year

I carefully wait for you 

To come back to me.

To come back home.

I get frustrated and sometimes I blame it on myself for letting you go so quietly; so quickly.

I think of you from time to time and I cannot help but wonder 

What do you dream about in the darkness of your dreams….

Where are your thoughts lying in while you’re without me?

Come home to safety 

Come home for me.

You can’t be everybody’s soldier.

Be mine….

Mine.