They Both Love

There sits a girl,
      on her window sill;
            hair blowing in the night's whispered breeze.
But she's no one's Rapunzel.      
      Not Juliet on her balcony.
            Because no one's coming to collect this girl.
She won't be whisked away
      on horse back or in her lover's arms.
She's destined to sit here,
      wrapped in midnight's embrace
            until she wastes away into the endless night.
The stars kiss her lips,
      and beg her to sleep.
Tears slip down her cheeks,
      "But I'm waiting for him!"
Every noise in the silence
      is him rounding the corner.
Every headlight upon her face
      is his truck come to get her.
Every breath, every tear
      is for him...
            as she waits upon her window sill.

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There lies a boy
      beneath the sheets,
            eyes focused on the ceiling.
But he's not asleep,
      he's only waiting,
            for his lover to join him at his side.
He won't sleep beside her,
      he won't hold her in his arms.
He's doomed to lay here,
      pinned down by the suffocating blankets,
            until he can finally slip into slumber.
The empty space taunts him,
      telling him to accept it and go to sleep.
Dejectedly, he turns over,
      "She's not coming tonight."
Every noise in the silence
      is her entering his room.
Every creak of a floorboard
      is her tiptoeing to his bed.
Every sigh, every craving
      is for her...
            As he waits beneath the sheets.