Did the road turn around or did you lose your way? Or was I just a scene you chose to play and throw away? They say that time heals but they’re clearly insane— I’m staring through the glass into the pouring rain The twilight paints the glass in shades of cold bitter blue I frame the static view as if I'm expecting you Decades roll away but I remain entirely still A statue on display upon the faded windowsill Look at me watching so patient and polite Searching for a shadow in the heavy street light They think I’m crazy but I think it’s rather chic To wait for an arrival that is fifty years late sweet I still look at the window every evening Watching the dark settle in I still look at the window every evening A masterclass in quiet foolish believing You left without a trace without a reason or a sign Now I spend my twilight years staring at the line The reflection in the pane shows a face I barely know Smiling at the memory of a summer long ago Are you somewhere out there looking up at the sky Or did you just forget the way to come on by?