I have become obsessed
with windows.
They say that a person's
eyes are the window
to their soul,
and I believe it.
Windows,
they are honest
and it is clear when they are broken
or old with the kind of history
that those who left it behind
can tell.
I am only a bystander,
I am the person who walks by
staring out or
into each window.
Wondering and admiring
thinking out loud
every question I wish
I could ask.
They are not tainted
to show me
what I want to see.
good or bad
ugly or pretty
I will get a look
as to what is on
the other side.