Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

On the street where you live, 

My dreams still wander,

 On the bed where you rest, 

My thoughts live our past in my present.
Your steps no longer recognize my house, 

Your hands are alien to my bones.  

Your mouth no longer screams 

That you love me;

You probably hate me now.

 Why ? I do not know, but I wonder why...
 Your eyes look at someone else,

 Your words reach other ears.

On the street where you live, 

My dreams also lived,

They still live now...