The Same Sort of Rooms

Unpublished pieces

For most of my life
I've imagined being with someone
who really understands me.
Who envisions the same
sort of rooms I like to live in.

Now, in the drain of night,
I'm wondering where that
person might be?

I have not seen her,
have not met her,
have not made love to her.

Though you tell me
you are that woman,
I wonder why when
I look into your eyes
I see them
looking past me


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heatherburns35's picture

This is a great poem.....when

This is a great poem.....when you meet the right one, her eyes will be full of you...
and she will also adore your poetry....Good luck in the hunt...