as i walk past the window over and over i watch for your truck but it doesn't appear i keep thinking you'll still stop by but you never show the clock ticks on the minutes turn into hours and the hours turn into sorrow i know that i really like him does he know does he have any idea how much is he out there with someone else is she loving him like i do does she hold him tightly and carress his body whisper sweet nothings does he do that for her or does she even exhist maybe he is just late or maybe something came up i can only hope that is it i hope one day to make him mine until then i can only pass by the window, and wonder. Amy

The Window