Old Habit

As the clouds drift by,

are you forgetting me tonight?

When the monsoon slips away,

think of it as turning back to look.

From old habits,

from the marks upon my heart,

your name still drifts through me,

never quite apart.

So I stand beside the window,

watching for you every day,

while you pass like winter's wind,

searching for summer on your way.

Why are you so silent,

like someone fading from sight?

Why do you think so much?

Tell me, tell me tonight.

Why did you come down

so slowly from the sky,

only to stay beside me,

only to pass me by?

Even now I walk each day

to that window, as before,

out of old habit,

like I have done a thousand times before.

Tell me,

why are you so silent?

Why do you look so far away,

as if

I am not here anymore?