Late Night

I sit here and stare
waiting, watching, hoping
that you will show up
at my window sill.

i lie in bed
until 10:30 p.m.
then i goto bed
hoping to be woken up.

Knock of the tree
against my window sill
i savor it because
each tap might be you.

One day you will come
hope one day soon
but till then i am
waiting,watching hoping.