10:48 AM

i drive by your house every morning
the windows are dark and empty
and show no signs of any life within

i’ve seen this look before
it was missing from my life
it’s the look i used to always see
when i looked into your eyes

awkward, broken, listless,
like a window to your soul
i miss the light so deep inside
that was a spark of hope

hope that somewhere, somehow, you are there
alive and living but hidden
and one day you will come home, well at last