Out the Window

What were you thinking
When you looked out the window?
Was it the clear blue sky?
Or the beautiful green hills?
Maybe it was the tree
Or how calm you felt while looking at them all

What were you thinking
When you looked out the window?
Was it the awkward moments we had?
Or the unspoken words you said?
Maybe it was the silence of the room
Or how stagnant things were all the time

What were you thinking
When you looked out the window?
Was it the voices you hear in your head?
Or the thoughts that constantly kills you?
Maybe it was the feelings of others
Or how they made you feel torn in between

What were you thinking
When you looked out the window?
Do you notice me looking at you?
Or were you too absorbed with the nature?
Did it matter that I was next to you?
Or did you hope I was not there?

I was so happy that morning
I woke up from my sleep and you were there
Cooking quietly while facing the forest
My happy pill wasn't smiling or laughing
But I was happy beyond words could ever describe
I whispered to an angel these words,
"I am so happy. Thank you so much"
To which the angel replied,
"This is all I can do for you. Thanks for helping me"

What were you thinking
With that beautiful mind of yours?
Has the beauty of the moon awed you away from the stars?
Do the stars still mean the same to you?
Are you crying while looking at the sky?
Just as I am when it's raining?
Why is the sky crying as I type these words,
As if understanding what I'm feeling right now?

What were you thinking,
When you looked out the window?
I wondered again and again.