Poems of my Life

The Cottage

I keep looking

I see nothing different

but I look.

All I see is the green house,

Trees, dock, boat

but no people.

I see memories

and promises,

Happiness and love

but no people.

It seems unintentional

my gaze just drifts

that way

I wait;

wanting, hoping

but not seeing.

You promise so many times

You say it every year

and I believe you,

why? Because I want to see you.

I look again

nothings changed

except the time.