Looking out the window
Seeing nothing but darkness
No bright stars
Just empty space
Looking out the window
Seeing nothing but sadness
Not even a teary eye
Just an empty face
Listening to the warm breeze
Hearing nothing but leaves flow
No cheery laughter
Yes just the leaves flow
Listening to the warm breeze
I used to hear your voice
But I hear nothing now
And that was all your choice
Feeling the hot sun upon my skin
Hot right to the touch
Nothing on to soothe it
Damn it burns so much
Feeling the hot sun upon my skin
Reaching my heart inside
Your presence would surely soothe it
But you’re gone and didn’t even try
© Oscar Robles
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