By that same window sill

I can't get you off my mind.

Your face,

It haunts me still.

I tried to put the past behind

Yet i lean on that same window sill,

Looking out yonder

For a glimpse of you.

You'd told me to forget,

Had said you weren't good enough

But I saw that look in your eyes.

It told me things you tried to hide

And i felt your pain,

But after a fortnight's wait

I'm beginning to think

Maybe I'd felt wrong.

Oh, but it was strong,

The bond we shared.

I still sit by that same window sill,

Dry-eyed,

Pale.

It must've been years,

I've wept no bitter tears.

I'm waiting for you,

Though winters and summers passed me by

I let not a gurgle of sorrow escape

For laid upon that Myrrh-scented bed

I was naught but a wraith,

Waiting still

By that same window sill.