Lost in the Windows Frost

She opens the door for me
with a fading grin on her face
the rain don't bother her at all
and with the slam of the door
she begins to find her place
so the rain won't follow her no more
the sky grows dim
as the lights fade in
and the glow of orange won't leave my sight
I guess the streetlight patterns are the newest sin
when will it be day?
I guess not tonight
she sits beside me
and loosens up her raincoat
and writes her name in the window's frost
while she admires the words that she wrote
She says:

"I've always wanted to get lost"