• love_your_life 42w

    Sitting by the window.
    I often see people pass by
    Each day he comes
    Helping her walk
    For hours long they sit and talk
    I've seen them each day
    They come without fail

    Maybe it's where they find solace
    A place of their own.
    Maybe it's where
    The seeds of love were sown.
    Today I see him in tears alone
    His companion with him no more

    I heard someone say
    An old lady in the neighborhood died
    Watching his grief
    I understand
    But what can I do
    I am stuck here
    Waiting for my own time to come near.