Still Leaving the Porch Light On

The pitter patter of the rain on a window
Like footsteps on a walk
Reminds me that you are far
As I wait for your knock

The rhythmic brushing of the apple tree branches
Outside the bedroom wall
Sounds just like your breath
Coming down the hall

I’m still leaving the porch light on
From nightfall until dawn
Gazing out on the morning dew
For any sign of you

The quiet moaning of the floor as I’m pacing
Echoes my heart’s cry
How could you leave me here
Without saying goodbye

(Helms)