To: You

My Window Pane

The way the wind blows,

So soft and sweet

Carrying whispered thoughts

And hidden memories.

I remember the way you smiled

The way it was bittersweet

Like the crisp air

That blows leaves at our feet.

I remember the scent of the earth

So hauntingly deep,

Like a fleeting melody

Drifting along the sheets.

I hear the rustle of leaves

Dark and green.

The ones that dripped with the way

We always seem to be.

And don't forget the gray skies

Like the look I find in your eyes.

That never really meet mine.

But it's a good thing they didn't.

For how short was our time

We both knew this would happen

Like the way this poem rhymes.

I mean,

At least I thought you did.

But you never seemed to share the same thoughts as mine

Especially when we stood at the street's end,

When it's time to say good bye.

This time we know it's the end

And now we must part from this broken time.

A time separated from our lives,

Hidden beneath these gray skies.

I see the birds that wake

Flying away to reveal our lie

The one we've told so far

And for so long in our lives.

I know it ends now

So I'll say my good bye

As we part ways

This I'll always say:

Remember how bittersweet,

Humid,

Dark and green it was

Behind that window pane?