Sitting By The Window

I sat by the window

Watching the velvet snow

A few cars came through

But there was no you

I tried counting each flake

Lost it at fifty-two

Suddenly my heart ached

I didn't know what to do

Made dinner as always

Pasta and Pacific clams

I even added strips

Of honey-baked ham

So I sat into the dark

The cuckoo woke me up

It was twenty after three

And still you weren't here with me

There I started crying

The truth hit me hard

Back you won't be coming

That really broke my heart

Reality struck like a saw

My biggest fear I couldn't hide

You'd gone off to war

Next thing they said you'd died

Cried myself to sleep

Until I couldn't weep

You were a part of me

Etched into memory

The next morning I awoke

Filled with renewed hope

Sitting by the broken window

Looking out at the falling snow