Window

Does he want a lover or just a friend
My thoughts of him never end
I wait for him every night
Wishing he were here holding me tight
He never comes and he'll never call
He's a thought in my mind and that is all
I should never have expected it to last
He turned his back he's in the past
When I close my eyes I can feel his touch
I'm going insane I miss him so much
I need to move on that is all I can say
But when I sleep I can see his face
I loved him so much and knew him so well
That gentle smile and that ordinary smell
I need to move on I know I do
But one thing I can promise you
Even if I tell myself he won't show
I'll wait for him each night sitting at my WINDOW

This is an old poem. A boyfriend and I broke up and he would still come to my window at night but all the sudden one day he just stopped. If he you see this (Tad) I still think of you from time to time