I looked through your window tonight; the
curtains were not closed.
I know I shouldn’t, you did not say I
could.
I did.
Someone showed me the way through the
forest.
Over the hills.
Past the lake.
I saw you.
I saw you sitting by the fire, on the
beach, in your blue dress, smiling.
Looking fine.
Looking good.
Looking well.
I tried to speak.
I couldn’t.
I felt sad.
I felt lost.
I waved.
You didn’t see me.
I knocked softly on your door.
You didn’t hear.
You stopped listening a long time ago.
I walked away.
I stopped by the lake.
I looked at my reflection.
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