Sometimes,
I stare up the frightening flight,
Hoping to see that narrow spectrum of light.
Sometimes,
I stare down the lonely lane,
Hoping to see that late night flame.
Sometimes,
I stare past your mind,
I read your words; behind.
Sometimes,
I stare at you,
Wanting to ask,
"Do you, love me too?"
Sometimes,
You do answer back,
Your words,
The D-DAY attack,
Like bullets, they snap,
They rip my heart apart.....