A window that no one can see,
But he
Puts a finger to the flat pane, feeling it.
How cold.
He watches. Outside the grey clouds
Blanket the sky, holding away the sunshine.
Children laugh and play, unheard and unseen
Except by him
Who hears and sees every second.
She steps behind him and whispers
In his ear. A bittersweet smile
Crosses that beautiful face. So beautiful.
So much like he remembers.
But he does not see her.
He sees only the children. Just as unaware
As him
Who does not realize that the day passes.
He does not feel her.
Even with her arms around him. He feels
Only the cold
Windowpane.
Hes been sick for so long. . .










