Lost Neighbors

by Christa A Smith

Saw your footsteps at the edge of the porch
Could almost see you leaning into the rail
Never gaining the courage to approach my door
In the yard clipping roses I see you at the window
Clipping too many makes me wonder how the smell would
Refresh the scent of your home brighting your day
We live next door for years yet never met face to face
Sadness bleeds my heart I don't know who you are
We missed out on years of friendship or maybe not
We'll never know peaking, wondering who each are

Lost Neighbors by Christa A Smith

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