I wonder.
I can see you coming to stare with wistful, hoping eyes.
(Wait, that's me.)
Staring with dark eyes, because that's all I know.
Hoping to see what was put on the shelf.
To make sure the jam hasn't gotten moldy.

Hah. Fun how when you write, things you didn't think of just pop out. Yah! I think I'm going to be poem-writing again. I feel it....I'm longing to create something new and fresh. Reading through old writings inspires me. Plus the menagerie of emotions floating around my mind. It's rather required. So that's all, my dear friends, all that I'm going to write here, I mean.