Looking In
Looking In
May I lean on the cold glass now
and look into a world stolen from me
condensing words to cold brittle panes
obscuring my likeness
I am no longer there
And as you abide now
in the transplanted warmth of my heart
I will try to kiss the continuum
that was once so part of my life
So have I lost the feel of your skin now
have I lost your glance
now that you have disengaged your limbs
from our dance
Separated now
by the barrier of trickling smiles
left in tears on cold winter glass
I face it alone
the smiles have gone
to their home they made in the past
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