Sitting in the room alone, waiting for you to come home,
I sit holding my pillow, damp from my tears that billow.
Listening for your entrance here, for you to say "I'm home my dear!"
Exclaiming your arrival, my heart would have revival!
Never have I longed for such words, like a song that I once heard.
Can't I hear your voice again? Can't I have my friend again?
Except I never will, for I'm here still.
About the Creator
Nicholaus Brownlee
As one could tell from the fact I am here, I am an aspiring writer. I hope to one day publish a book I am writing, and writing here is great practice!
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