Window Cries

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I look out the window and all I see

A grim reflection, though it is not like me

A face, which so very long ago

used to smile, see, love and know.

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Against my better judgement I reach!

My fingers tremble, everyone and each

The soft tips touch eyes, o'erglassed

Bright, clever, belonging to a long-forgotten past

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Just a figment of my over-emotional imaginiation,

Results of a dream, a much-wanted creation,

Cold glass leaves soft skin unyielding.

Death leaves smiles scissor-wielding.

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Desperate nails leave scratches in the dirty dust

We have to return – O, we simply must!

We left with nothing b'twixt us but pain

Cold, tears, hollow, is it our only gain?

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I should turn my gaze away, but I cannot -

glued to those sparkling eyes bloodshot,

despairing and forlorn - And quietly alone

does a tear glide over pale cheekbone.

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Pale and blue and love and tear

Oh, what I would give to have you near

My pressed hand leaves a wet patch

on the glass. Our eyes - a perfect match.

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Was it my doing? was it my fault?

Our blood mingling on unforgiving asphalt?

Was it a result of all that has been?

our fates intertwined? our fears akin?

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Breathing ragged, my fingers a silent outcry

Oh, That not all our plans go awry!

My time presses, I am forced to leave

All I can is soundless begging now, "My dearest John, Believe!"

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