Day 292 - Carry Me Away

My window stays busy,
People passing on by,
Heading somewhere,
Places they need to be,
People the want to see.

I slowly die inside,
Knowing where I need to be,
The person I want to see,
Is not sitting here,
I'm staring out my window alone.

The view is pretty,
This time of year,
Leaves turning color,
Falling from the trees,
Breezes carrying them away.

I wish the wind would pick up,
Lift me off my feet,
Gently push me East,
Across the cold ocean blue,
In to the warm arms of you.