The Windowt

There I Sit

The Cars Pass With The Time

As The Glass Fogs From My Heavy Breath

My Eyes Blur And Cheeks Burn

The Tears Drip To Water The Curtains

After My Return To The Window

For Days Upon Days

My Mind Ponders And Aches

My Eyes Puffy From The Crying

My Heart Shatters To Pieces

Pieces To Match The Deep Scars

The Scars Running Up My Arm

I Admire The Pain 

I Need The Pain

I Needed My Dad Too

The Cars Pass With The Time 

Also Taking The Hope

The Hope Of His Return