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Silent Window
Cold is the dew that collects outside my window,
Their shivers course throughout my soul,
Alone I stand gazing inward at someone else's story,
One that was thought to be what made me whole,
Silence behind the glass though I see the sound,
I imagine its tones, how they might have been heard,
I try to respond but my voice feels broken,
It seems that I have lost my right to a word,
Set in motion another life down its path,
Yet again sadly one that I'm not apart,
A footnote meant to be forgotten,
The only purpose there ever was for my beating heart.
© justin_ur_imagination
Their shivers course throughout my soul,
Alone I stand gazing inward at someone else's story,
One that was thought to be what made me whole,
Silence behind the glass though I see the sound,
I imagine its tones, how they might have been heard,
I try to respond but my voice feels broken,
It seems that I have lost my right to a word,
Set in motion another life down its path,
Yet again sadly one that I'm not apart,
A footnote meant to be forgotten,
The only purpose there ever was for my beating heart.
© justin_ur_imagination
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