For A Boy

In our hearts,
the rain never stops.
I'm standing here,
letting my tears match
the pounding
swirling rain
on the window sill,
thinking of you
and how I know you're not thinking of me.
You're only a room away,
and oh, so close it hurts,
but three years
and a pretty girl
seperate us.
I'm always thinking of you these days.
I'm thinking
of how your
smokey topaz eyes
are like the stars that light up my world
when the fog
is so thick
that the moon shines
dim and grey.
You light
is what shows me the way
when all I have are my hands and these poems
to save me.
You make me smile,
even when you
turn your back on my tears
and walk
away.