Sunday, December 23, 2007

Vain Hopes

You came home today.
I was glad you were back.
I had missed you a lot,
But I was saddened by your acts.

I had hoped in vain
That we could be friends.
I know now that that
Can never happen.

Life without you here
Has been dreadfully boring.
But now that you’re back,
I think I prefer boring.

When you got off that plane,
And you came through the doors,
My heart had gone flying;
My soul had soared.

But yours did not.
Though you gave me a hug,
I could tell it was forced.
And no smile you bore.

Now that you’re here
I wish you were gone.
Then this pain I feel
Would simply move on.

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