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 |