by Chris G. Vaillancourt
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
Copyright ©:
Chris G. Vaillancourt
Last updated October 24, 2011