In the still and cool night,
finding my soul in the air
I wander in silent thoughts of her.

Through the streets of my mind,
I find my way to her home
looking in as she sits quietly.

I can touch the glass of her window,
wishing to step inside
this is as close I will ever be.

I leave to return back from my visit
a print left there for her to find
having only left a question for myself.

Would she even know it's me?

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