A haunted room

Let's see if I remember how to rhyme.

I look into our room
  quietly noticing,
   feels more like a tomb.

Each night,
  we turn out the light,
    and rather than sleep,
      it just becomes a fight.

You defy,
  and I try to make my memories deny.

Hanging on to a bit of hope,
   all the time feeling like a dope.

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

you didn't forget how to rhyme...

but this is not a comfortable room at night...

i have hung onto hope like this
hoping for one more heartfelt kiss
doing a relationship rope-a-dope
feeling much like one pinning everything on idealistic hope.

[Jon Roggie]

Noticed a contest, one of our mutual poets had entered. Why not? A lifelong friend's situation caught my focus. Been bothering me, so I had to get it out. Restrained myself, this could have had a few more lines.