"I'll Be There"

The rain pounds the windows,
makes them weepy with the drops.
And my heart is like this beach house,
empty, but for the things I could save:
Newspapers, some old books, the letters you wrote.

I look out at the churning sea,
and mutter, "Neptune must be angry,"
Then I wonder if you'll ever,
come walking back through my door.
God, I'd love to see those eyes again.

Lean against the glass,
feel the cold against my skin.
I sigh, the window greys with fog.
Trace the letters of your name,
In the cloud of condensation.

This is all I can do for now.
I could write it all down,
but I can't find a way
that doesn't lack purpose,
to tell you that I love you.

But even if you came around,
and I let you in again, would you stay?
Would you stay and let me know,
all the things I never knew?
Take me to places, I could never go?

I'll let you stay here with me,
lay your head on my chest, get some sleep.
You're so weary dear, it's time to rest.
No need to fear, sleepless nights again.
I'll be there, I'll be there.

-Herm...I'm kind of iffy on this one. I've been wanting to write something for hours, but I'm not satisfied with it. It loses its luster after the second stanza (or somewhere around there).