Fallen

I watch you from my window pane, sitting atop your roof, like a the fallen angel you are. When the wind carries just right, I can hear you sing, such a sad song. But I understand the words all too well. I know that if i spoke to you, we could find that we are too much alike. We could sit among the stars and steal away the moon. The darkness will keep us from the eyes of the world.
I sit here every night, watching you, watching the lights. I wonder if you'll ever jump. I'm sure you've thought it once or twice, but falling once if well enough for you.

I never see you around. Only in the night air can I see you're still there. Holding me close to your sorrow, I can only think of how much it hurts to break the silence. I just want to know;
Do you see me too?
Or am I still, nothing but a ghost.