I wanted to write <br />for you tonight <br />but I can't think of what to say. <br />The days are getting longer, <br />the nights are getting harder, <br />the distance is feeling farther <br />and we're not getting stronger. <br />In fact, I've no hopes <br />that one day, <br />you'll stay. <br />I don't miss you so much <br />as I did before; <br />I can't picture my sons with <br />your eyes anymore. <br />I don't hold my breath <br />when I see a white pick up <br />and peer through the glass <br />of the driver's side door <br />hoping to find <br />you there.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-s-block-88/
