I know not where you sit

I know not where you sit,

I know not what you see.

Do you have a garden?

Do you think of me?

Homes hold many memories,

This one must be bare.

Have you put up photographs?

Or is there no trace of me there?

What do you tell your neighbours?

Does anyone come to visit?

Looks like you are hiding,

I bet it's lonely, is it?

1 comment:

Cupcakes and Peonies said...

This is amazing :o( xxxx

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