window

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cursive

what was i then

and why didn't you show me?

the window sat still

and waited

lonely for me to open it, for a touch.

i have seen through the looking glass.

i caught a glimpse of a different sentence

but i left it alone,

misunderstanding.

now i would give my vanity to rerun this circumstance.

i'll still think of you at midnight

with my face pressed against the glass

to hear something, anything:

words that lie me to sleep

and haunt me to dream.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

spring 2006, i'm guessing?

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