She gazed out her window this morning
A minute, an hour, a day, maybe longer
The sun rose and set in the blink of an eye
A clear sky filled to pour the rain
So she looked for him in the haze

His smell no longer lingered in the clothes
That she wore the last day she saw him
Two days, two weeks, or two months, it's still too much
The grip of their embrace was slipping fast
Wistful dialogues were slowly fading away

Frustration, temptation, desolation, where was he?
How could she sit here and wait without a word?
Was he truly the one she has been waiting for?
Or were her emotions selfishly masking the truth?
Was that night on the porch swing nothing more?

As much as she desired, she could not get him out of mind
This mystery of love was a peculiar thing, unknown to both
If it could sustain, being so far away from each other
It needed humbled hearts for friendship, intention, devotion
To grow by the divine power that it was made

If only the distance were not as great, so she could know
Why this fire within refused to go out and kept burning her
She just couldn't comprehend this fear, wonder, passion
Cowardice overcame as she waited for the letter
And she waited for the sign that may never come