dementedmonkey

I sat down, looking across the window. Watching everything move. Watching everything pass by. I sigh and I wonder… why? Why each day, I look forward for every morning? Why every morning I sat down here… looking …across my window…waiting…and waiting. Waiting for you to come and pass by. Why I look forward to see you smile…or to see you tell stories about anything under the sun? Why the thought of you just make me smile? Then I start to think and sigh, every morning I look at you from my window. I’m looking at you, but are you looking back? As that one single thought lingers in my mind, my smiles turn into fro