Smoke Filled Room Poem by Travis Peterson

Smoke fills the room
As I feel my way through,
Somewhere there's a cry
But it's hidden so well,
Across the room sits a sillohett,
A father holding a guitar,
Off in his own world he sings
Songs about me and the way
Things were suppossed to be,
Or so I assume, the words get
Lost in this smoke filled room,
Should I approach him or should
I wait for him to reach to me?
I've been standing here forever
Reminising of what life was like together,
He seems to be fine all alone,
Maybe he's content calling this home,
If I leave now I'm afraid I'll be to soon,
But there's nothign for me in
This smoke filled room