young thoughts

i write because

my thoughts

run around

my mind

like excited

little

children,

anxiously

waiting for

you to walk

through the

door

and though i try to

calm them down

they don't

seem to listen

or understand,

they're too excited,

hopeful,

and i don't

have the heart to

yell

at them,

to let them know

the person they love

is not coming home.

and so my thoughts

gather by the door,

looking out the window,

still hoping

for your return.