Sitting alone

All I see are
reflections of you..
The wind blows
haunting memories
passing them
by my eyes
like dandelion seeds.
The rain taps
on the window pane
like your footsteps.
The clock on the mantle
ticks like your heartbeat.
Your framed picture
next to me calls
for my kisses.
But when I answer
with my lips
they touch
the ice cold glass.