poem of the day

Longing

I think that describes how this is going…

I seem to be in a constant state

Of longing for you

To think I thought this was ok

I thought this was a way to live

Just survive with the “remnants of love”

With bits and pieces

Traces in spaces

That were not meant for me.

Surely you think I jest,

Performing for pittance

Like a clown,

My makeup hides my

Frown, I laugh

At no joke

But heavens no,

It is not…funny

Shame

That is another word

For being in love with you