come home
my heart misses you
the door is unlocked
i'm waiting on you
the table is set
i have no where to be
so i'll sit at this table
hoping you get here while the food is still warm
YOU ARE READING
The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
sixty two: come home
come home
my heart misses you
the door is unlocked
i'm waiting on you
the table is set
i have no where to be
so i'll sit at this table
hoping you get here while the food is still warm
