There are moments
When all I can do
Is sit here
On these white sheets
And watch the sky

I fall apart
As the breeze touches me
It takes away
All the worries
Fears
Regrets
And leaves me with nothing
But my thoughts

I think about
The way you look
At three in the morning
With your head on my pillow
And your eyes half-lidded
While you smile

I think about
The way you talk to me
With your voice quiet
As you murmur poetry
Against my lips

I think about
The way we laugh
Loud and hard and crazy
We ache with mirth
And drown any and all sorrows
With everything
That we can find amusing

So, I stand on the balcony
Eyes on the sky
Palms up and praying
My futile thoughts
A nothing
In comparison to you

I drink in the atmosphere
As I stand here
Waiting for you