Through broken glass

Look through the window
Through the broken glass
Hoping to see you walking past
And hoping you’ll call me like in the past

Look towards the basement
To the glass door
Waiting for you to enter
And to hold me for forever more

Look towards the bathroom
To the silver mirror
Hoping to see you stand there
Running your fingers through my dark wet hair

Look towards the bedroom
To the bed
Too many memories can be said
But you took my hand and held me close that is the memory I cherish the most