The Sleepwalker
His eyes stare blankly through me
Then he coldly turns aside
Though tenderness once drew me
Cold dispassion he can't hide.
Abandoned in the dead of night
Alone and overwrought,
Indifferently my love takes flight
As if I count for nought.
I know he will return to me
I feel no deprivation
For I've become accustomed
To my man's somnambulation.
27/07/18
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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