A Window With a View
The sun came up
as I remembered the day
he kissed me and named me
“his beautiful queen”
Now, I am no longer his love
nor do I fill any of his dreams.
In a window- I sat forever it seemed
waiting, hoping, and praying he’d return
with the love he once sang to me.
But each car that came it only then passed,
and there, in that window, still- there I just sat
feeling my heart hurt as I struggled not to gasp.
I couldn’t help but wonder
just where could he have been
or how it had so easily came to be
how he could have once loved me
but now were no longer consumed
by images he said he dreamed of me.
Thoughts of me now he’s chosen to forsake-
there in that window I felt my heart hurt
and then I felt my heart break!
The night slowly crept back into the day
I sat and I pondered...
how it were me trapped by a love,
my own love I had so easily gave away?
Tears, they fell from cheek to this very page...
in each tear that fell the truth more clearer
and then I began to see-
the love we once shared, our love
he had taken and gave to another
before he’d even returned my heart back to me.
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