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