Must we insist on peering through windows
others have forgotten to close?
Time and time again we look, if only
for a moment, as hearts and lives
unravel like a garment worn and loved
for too long. It's cold inside
and the breeze chills my skin. If you could
see me alone in my room
what would you make of me?
If I could see you alone tonight
with tears streaking your face
what conclusion could I draw?
Close the window before moonlight
touches your skin again.
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