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Always Looking Up At A Window
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March 2010
I miss you so much, the pain still stabs deep within my soul,
without you these past 6 months, I have yet to be whole,
but that part that was vacated, when you vacated your throne,
has slowly started to be filled up by me, as I recreate a new home.
I continue to tell myself, what does not kill only makes me stronger,
but it is hard to repeat it so much, these days all seem longer,
wish nothing but the best for you, no matter how much I will cry,
all I need to tell myself, is everything happens for a reason, concluded with a sigh.
Girl I wish I were your personal weather, your predictions will seem ok,
and when I rained on you, I would be the talk of your day,
and those drops of water, would drip down and hit my toes,
for I would always stop, and glance up at your window.
It is a whole new point of view, being on the other side of that glass,
how badly I want your love gone from me, I yearn for the day it does pass,
no matter what I tell myself, my love for you was and is true,
no matter how beautiful I wish to tell you you are, I simply can not miss you.
