'A Room In Between' - Poem by Linda Winchell
I've seen we're drifting far apart
even if it's, only a room between.
You sit in your chair and then fall asleep
While I lie in bed in tears
that you've never heard or seen.
When did we start to drift my dear?
on this sea, of tear filled rooms?
My memories of what, was once of our love
in my hearts emptiness it seems to loom.
I want to swim to where you are
pulling that room between us near..
But the more I try, the room is much to wide
rooms we've formed between us dear.
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