She gazed out her second story window,
Never glancing down to see the lonely shadow.
Warm is the air, cold is her ignorance
He looks five stories up
Standing still, smoke curls from his cigarette
Nose held high the sent left unaffected
He stays in wait to catch our Marionette
She sees the world a place to shine,
To get out of this place is mine,
He dreams but not too big,
for then he can't catch our little Marionette
Knight after Knight he watched them go
Her view from the window ever growing
Still she never looked down, with his heart pounding
He looks fifty stories up
Heavy is the shadow of time
Hard is the fall from unsatisfaction
She finally glances down, but all remains empty.
Not even his lonely shadow waits for the catch.
Created: Feb 24, 2012longingeyes Document Media