Every night I go outside to see the moonlit snow,
although I seem to stare at her I seldom see her grow.
For when the growing happens I have drifted fast asleep,
I never know exactly when for she makes not a peep.
My thoughts are slightly out of tune,
for when I cry I think of you,
With blue eyes piercing through my soul,
intrusive thoughts start taking tolls.
I see the way you look at her,
now in your mind I'm just a blur.
I hear your laughter down the halls,
while staring at your old missed calls.