THE STANGER

What keeps my heart with you?
What makes me bear the pain?
What provides me with such strength?
HOPE
Faith for the person who once loved me to return
That left nothing but a stranger to watch their home
A stranger that doesn’t recognize my smell, my face, my voice
A stranger that denies my gift of love
This stranger that won’t open when I knock, even though my knuckles bleed.
Laughs at me through breath upon the glass
Hope is what preserves me on your porch
Quietly I wait for your return.
Hope will shield me from the stranger in your home.

© Elizabeth Dominguez