Windowpane Friend

For months I’ve seen her face Peering through the upstairs window Waiting for me to peer through mine But when I do she runs away every time So I finally walked across the street And rapped my knuckles on her door But it was already open So I crept up the squeaky stairs When I reached the top I saw her peering through that same window As white as a ghost She turned to lock her haunting eyes in mine She curved her lips in a smile She disappeared… Now Every time I peer through my upstairs window She’s never peering through hers I just gaze out upon an empty house That was actually kind of empty every time before I miss her A tear cascades from my eye As I wish her well with her next windowpane friend