I wait for you
in the cold night
by the empty window.
When no one can hear me,
when no one will listen.
I can hear you coming
up the stairs to the door.
Your billowy breaths
echoing against my heart.
You've emptied my heart.
All night, every night,
I pray that you are there
to wake me when I dream
of you and only you,
my head resting on the glass,
clothes stained with thoughts of you.
But until then,
my tears keep falling
down the window panes
where I once saw you.
where you once disappeared
into darkness.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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