window.

Window.

There is an open window in my heart

It chills me to the bone

In the middle of these soundless nights

I hear you, coming home

Inside the shadow of a tree

I cry, our days, all gone

Its stretching, rustling, moving slow

What heart should wait this long?

Am I the girl within the words

That used to make me flee

Are you the man upon the stretch

- A bottle set, to sea.

Oh love, profess it, either way

Just make it clear to me. 

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