Sometimes through windows
I see people
folding clothes
and sometimes workout equipment.
Sometimes I pass restaurants
That are empty
lights shining on nothing
and no-one.
Signs blink above glass doors
No one buys vegetables anymore.
Sometimes I see snippets of life.
Always snippets of life.
There are windows where
I see girls dance great ballets
or children learning
and sometimes people are laughing.
Sometimes
I see my favorite windows.
People.
People folding clothes.
And looking to the outside.
Trying to escape
the monotony.
Another shirt
Another pair of pants.
I'm like them.
Desperately trying
For what?
Anything.
An attempt to stop
Stop looking through windows
Into people and places I never will get
They resemble me
I guess
I want to live my life
Without looking through windows
and seeing things I want
but can never have.
YOU ARE READING
Cacoethes Scribendi
PoetryA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.
