From My Window

The sun doth play its tricks
as it hides behind the clouds. So fast
it pops out smiling,
to chase the shadow's cast

across the ground; it climbs its way
up your house just like a vine,
I watch you through your window, placed
just opposite of mine.

In the dark I sit in sorrow,
longing stretched across my face.
Your lamp turns on, my breath appears
on my window, wet; I trace,

the words into oblivion,
I count them, one, two, three.
I wipe them dry, and wonder why,
you never look at me?