I lean myself against the <br />Empty, transparent windowpane, <br />Looking, looking. <br />My staring eyes watch my own image, <br />But it slowly becomes your face. <br />My uncharted breath <br />On the clear glass windowpane <br />Slowly melts rivers of water, <br />And my fingers draw <br />Your name. <br /> <br />My mind recoiles <br />from the longing thoughts. <br />My moist fingers are <br />Frigid from the connection, and <br />The desire for your love <br />Pounds in immense silent waves <br />Through my soul. <br />My heart longs for you, <br />And yet, I am still alone. <br /> <br />For Frankie, with love, from Johnnie<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-3/
