Empty Window Reflections
Sitting here, staring pointlessly out the window
as a cigarette curls smoke about my head,
I'm trying to honestly figure out if I actually know
some of the things I should have said.
She was a conundrum, simply complex for sure,
wearing moods like ladies on a catwalk wear fashion.
She was too beautiful for a simple man like me to ignore
she was often tightfisted with her emotion and passion.
Was I ever in a position to hold her closely for long?
Her spirit overwhelmed everyone wandering her track.
I loved her for a while, how could that be wrong?
Staring pointlessly out the window won't bring her back.
Submitted for the Just For the Love of It challenge
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