It’s Almost As If You Are Hiding Here Somewhere Poem by Gert Strydom

The dogs are restless
as if they are waiting on you
and is lying looking at the road
with long eyes
and every now and then
get to their feet.

It’s almost as if you
are hiding here somewhere
and just now
will sneak in from the dark.

Outside the streetlamps glow golden-yellow
and I hear the wind
blowing leaves against the window,
but your car keeps staying away

and the rain is now falling harder
and the cold locks around me
as if I can nowhere find a hot place
without you.