The Window

as I walk past the window over and over
I watch for your truck
but it doesn't appear
I keep thinking you'll still stop by
but you never show
the clock ticks on
the minutes turn into hours
and the hours turn into sorrow
I know that I really like him
does he know
does he have any idea how much
is he out there with someone else
is she loving him like I do
does she hold him tightly
and caress his body
whisper sweet nothings
does he do that for her
or does she even exist
maybe he is just late
or maybe something came up
I can only hope that is it
I hope one day to make him mine
until then
I can only pass by the window, and wonder.


Amy