Night after Night

By Tracee Marco Ales

I sit in front of my window night after night
Wondering what you are doing.
Wondering if your tears fall
as much as mine tonight.

I picture you sleeping just like the night before.
Watching you breathe so calmly,
dreaming of something.

You look so peaceful in your perfect world.
I do not want to wake you, you look so happy.
But you cannot see my pain or hear my cry.

I want to be in that perfect world.
But I can not seem to fall asleep.
I can not seem to dream the same thing.

And so I sit in front of my window night after night
Remembering how it was to hold you.
Hearing the words I cherish the most.
Ones of which I cannot hear enough.

I scream into the night to see if it will respond.
But it never has anything to say.
I scream louder just for one little noise.
But it still will not respond.

And so I sit in front of my window night after night
Wishing that you were here, beside me.

I close my eyes and feel your breathe on my face.
The chills run down my spine as
I sense your sweet smell.

You are saying something but I can not hear it clear.
It sounds like, "I love you."
I open my eyes and turn around
Expecting to see you behind me. But no one is there.

And so I sit in front of my window
feeling the wind on my face
And listening to the sound of my heart beating,
"I love you..."
"I love you..."
"I love you..."