The Girl Behind the Glass
He stares at me from beyond the glass
Wondering what might have been
I stare down to the vague watcher
In the street, but see nothing
Not what might have been
He gazes back and moves his hand
As if heβs about to wave, but then
Thinking better of it, drops it to
His side
I remain still, for I have no need
Of another in my life, but then
He tries again to wave but again
He fails, thinking better of it
I wonder if I will ever be the
Vague watcher on the street
Wondering what might have
Been. No. My life is to be the
Girl behind the glass, staring
Around. Seeing what is, forgetting
What might have been.
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