As I look through the window,
What do I see?
The image of a face I loved distorted
by the fallen rain.
I draw a heart on the glass out of
The steam from my breath against the cold.
A drop of water splits it in two.
Broken.
If I'm not out there then where am I?
Locked in a trance of my own thoughts.
Stuck.
I'm in but never there.
The only solace is your laugh
Caused by another. But it's different.
Not the same as before.
Not the same as with me.
Are you hurting like me? But
It's hard to see when you seem
So joyful and happy.
As I look through the window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So often, one is hurting and the other is not. Thank you for sharing, Ashley. Peace