Windows Poem by Rachel Grogan
Windows
I see them through the glass
Laughing and happy
Wrapped in closeness
from many years together
I reach toward them and knock
Needing happiness for myself
But all I can feel
Is the cold hard glass
They hear me knocking
So they smile to me and wave
I'm thrilled and excited
until they begin to look away
Their intentions are good
But there's no room for me
So I quietly step back
fading into obscurity
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4/4/2026 11:54:02 AM # 1.0.0
Rachel, in both Windows and Crumpled Picture... your words have a sadness that reaches to the core of my heart. You must break that glass, and demand what happiness is yours, for you deserve arms that hug, hands that hold, fingers that touch your hair, your face...and lips that behold your lips... Break The Glass. Great Ink on both pieces Rachel.; -) Kelly.