Window Words

I used to sit there for hours.

Not a window seat like on an airplane where you stretched your neck out to see land spread out so small beneath you as you soared to your next adventure. Id never been there or seen those things. 

And not a window seat where you curled up with your favorite book and every now and then you gazed out into the world and imagined beautiful things. 

Not even the seat in the car where you sat with the wind in your hair and laughed as the air seemed to rush in and embrace you. 

My seat was at the hard edge of an old beat up couch with my feet resting on the broken heater. 

I sat with my face pressed desperately against the window, and I held my breath tightly till I couldn't anymore and it collected in a small fog on the glass. 

I waited on that seat for her. 

I quietly begged her to come. I willed her to come... just this once. 

My head though knew a truth that my young heart did not have the strength to admit. 

She was not coming. 

She would never come. 

My elbows red and sore from leaning on the sill still never hurt as much as the truth did.