A room filled with loneliness
Fenced in with fear.
The room with people
Yet you are not here.
Silently I walk between the noisy people
I may be seen, but never heard, because,
I seldom speak a word.
Beneath the sketchy clouds of blue, floating silenty above.
I drift quietly above
I drift quietly below, longing for you to be here.
Take time to look around
What could have been a true paradise of love.
I love you still, and forever.
© Deanna F