#164

Staring out the window

I feel one open in

I sense the melancholy

Hear silence creep within

I feel a certain craving

I know I have had before

And everytime I face it

It leaves me weak and sore

I feel a constant yearning

I bear a seasoned ache

I keep on longing, longing

It seems for pity’s sake

You too have some wistfulness

You know you have felt it but

You hide it, try to fight it

And keep the windows shut