The Same Sort Of Rooms Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
The Same Sort Of Rooms
For most of my life
I've imagined being with someone
who really understands me.
Who envisions the same
sort of rooms I like to live in.
Now, in the drain of night,
I'm wondering where that
person might be?
I have not seen her,
have not met her,
have not made love to her.
Though you tell me
you are that woman,
I wonder why when
I look into your eyes
I see them
looking past me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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