THE STRANGER
I sit here
Wrapped in my blanket
Listening for the door
Waiting for him to come home
I miss my friend;
We used to laugh and talk
I miss my husband;
I don't see him much anymore
I miss the man I fell in love with;
I have not seen him in so long
I sit and wait
For the back door to open
And the stranger to walk in
He looks so familiar
He is my friend,
He is my husband,
He is the man I fell in love with
But if he is drunk or high
Hi is the stranger
In a body I love so much
WOLF NOMAD
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