The raindrops beating against the glass
I am leaning against for support
Are crying out, calling out for you.
I can see you wandering aimlessly,
Crossing my path – unforgettable –
But never deciding to walk along.
The glass is the wall I created
To protect me to never get attached
And relive all those aching times again.
Yet, my heart wants you to look up here
And see me, find me through the glass…
Because I am not invisible after all.
The window is closed but still clear.
Merely an empty wall without stability
To be broken down by a warm breeze.
Dreaming. I want you to look up here.
If I can see you through the window…
Shouldn’t you be able to see me too?
Inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“
Currently hosted by Andy Townend