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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