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.
