Stronger
Strange are these feeling that beseech me
overcome by the aroma of the not yet crisp
applewood bacon sizzling on the grill
not realizing I have been burned
Sitting at a table meant for two
my eyes are glued to my book
but my thoughts are only of you
that killer smile and those angel eyes
It has been long way to long
since I have cooked only for one
a simple tear trails my pallid cheek and
for a moment I allow myself to be weak
Even though I miss you so I know
I have to be much stronger
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment