Looking through the Window
i miss you.
every night when the sun gets dark
my mind starts panicking
im not home
im not with you
i am alone.
i want to hear the tv running in the background
and your voice laughing at insignificant childish things.
i want to sit in a corner warm and ignored
and just watch.
soft pillows and stuffed animals
warm blankets and toffee colored carpets
glowing lights and life and activity
dishes clanking, running water, the shower going
cold beers and happy times.
i do not want to be in a cold dark world
made of night and dust and endless silence
where no one exists but the ones with zipped lips.
when everyone smiles, we slave away
away from families friends and warm glowing lights
from sitcoms and late night comedians
and beds and dinners and kisses good night.
i want inside the jar