Once Again Poem by C.R. Ebowski

These streets look the same
This night is no other than the rest
A walk as slow as night
The cold adding to my distress

A window light shines from above
A signal of absolute solitude
My eyes glare above the brick
Wondering if I should intrude

Staring up at my angel inside
I antagonize about ringing you
Until I see a figure kiss you from behind
It is then I know that we are through

But I could never have imagined
Who could have a greater love than mine
Until I saw her face in your room
Again my sister had overstep the line