Why do you
stand by the open window
All by
yourself,
Staring into
the distance,
When the
whole house sleeps?
Why do you
sigh,
When the wind
blows your hair,
Into your
melancholy face?
Why do you
touch the corner of your eyes
With your
knuckles?
Why do your
lips quiver when you smile?
Why do your
fingers tremble,
As if to
touch something,
Just beyond your
reach?
What do you
look for
Beyond the
darkness of the night?
There are no
starts to count tonight;
So you won’t
find hope,
Not in the
sky...
I know,
Because I
tried.
(Composed - 16 July 2014)
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