Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Misfit Prince.

He stands there still,
Watching your door close
Behind you.
The night air fills his lungs
And he sighs one long sigh
Of goodbye.
Silently, he waits to see
If your door will reopen.
His restless heart
Longs to be calmed by your
Bright eyes.
He listens, scarcely breathing
For the opening click of
Your doorlatch.
But the air stays

1 comment:

  1. It makes me sad.... Some days...its so hard to just go inside. It takes everything in me to walk up the stairs to my room.... Knowing your outside. It kills me so. To be apart... To say goodbye, goodnight.