A Million Words.
Her eyes would come alive by that window,
Like the sky on a starry night,
Window left alone and deserted,
Window that runs from the light.
Rarely do I stand there now,
Reminiscing with the moon.
Her eyes, her hair, her lips,
All catalysts of my doom.
She waved and spoke to me with those beautiful hands,
And I responded through mine,
She would send me kisses through the window,
Then smile and stop all time.
It's been ages since she left the town,
The conversations we could make,
A million words wait in silence,
By the window in her wake...
- The Traveller