• Sitting at my window,
    I stare out.
    Tears in my eyes,
    I feel a need to shout.
    "Where are you?" I whisper.
    My heart pops like a blister.
    Is he really out there?
    Does he want me with him too?
    What is his name?
    What are his features?
    Does he speak his mind?
    Cheer from the bleachers?
    I hope he'll be happy,
    We meet,
    Lighting up my world,
    Warming my cheeks.
    He's out there somewhere,
    And if it's meant to be,
    I know he'll find me.