Earl Grey

I looked up at your window

And pretended I could see you.

You don't live there anymore.

My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.

I sleep to escape, because drinking kills you anyway.

So why when I wake does my heart still ache?

Your cup is still on the window sill.

I'll bring myself to move it soon,

But until I do, I'll get lost in thoughts of you.

You made the best impression:

Perfection on the page.

The wildest of hearts will never be tamed.