Walking Behind The Window Poem by michael haggertay

I can only feel for those who have passed your window
And have never seen you reaching with silent hands.
Or those who have felt your breath on their neck
Only to turn to a void thinking a ghost has passed.
And those who have felt your touch, wondering where
It was that their senses have journeyed for it is
No longer there.
I can only imagine your voice saying that which is a lie,
And weave from it the truth.
Or stand waiting for you for an eternity only to pass me by,
Leaving me there for the second coming.
Maybe misunderstanding is the key to unlock the door
Of truth.
There is within me a tree whose roots meet its branches.
A flower whose petals hide from the sun.
We all have been and forever will be.
For what is you are thinking.
I shall forever be walking behind your window,
Feel your breath and remember your touch.
There must be a void, for you came and filled it for me.
Now it is truly empty.