Waiting

Standing by a window

that is every hour closed.

I knock but no one opens

I wonder where he goes.

Somehow I know he's in there

but I cannot get through.

How long will I remain here

I don't know what to do.

One time I saw the glimmer

of a light come from within.

Was that a sign of welcome

or was that just a whim?

I thought I saw a shadow

flow by that empty glass.

Was it the one I wait for,

Oh, was it him that passed!

No, I have been mistaken

no one wants me here.

He won't come to the window

No, he won't come near.