A Living Room Incomplete

A Living Room; Incomplete Like a dark brown leather couch Always there at the end of a very long day So comforting, just to see you So welcoming, I despair As I finally cross the threshold to a face, I wish were home My focus, drawn to brown eyes In essence, we’re alone Such depth, within your iris That the world just disappears Such strength, you give in kindness I’m at peace As you’re holding me in comfort and I’m drifting off to sleep I imagine that your fingers brush softly on my cheek So gentile are your lips as you whisper me; goodnight I long to hear 'I love you' But, I’m not the one you feel, is right (for you) Like a dark brown leather couch Always there at the beginning of another day So comforting, are your brown eyes But sadly, I despair © 2017 Jeffrey Spencer