#25

I sit by my window

wide awake

I sit and I smile

but it's a fake

My own reflection offers a view

all blurred and dim

This late night vigil

is not just a whim

My own mind's troubles

faded in black

Just my two eyes are now

mirroring back

I stare in the darkness

but not through the glass

I stare into myself

and think of you, lass