I see your
face in the window
Admiring me
from the distance.
Your smile beckons
me gently.
We maneuver closer
our
fingertips draw hearts on the frosted glass.
A soft smile,
a warm touch
melts the
chill
we stand
still
gazing at
love
like toys in
the window.
A wish from some
Christmas past
that never
came true.
Is it me?
Is it you?
The door
between us locked.
Who holds
the key
to set us
free
from the
glass cage
through which
we gaze
Untouched
Unharmed
Alone
DeAnna 12/2015
The further the distance, the cleared the vision... Not an ideal situation.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing, albeit sad... Melancholy is in, this time of year.
It's about not letting fear cage one in behind the glass...you can feel, see & touch pieces...but not what you want.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and melancholy.... my favorite combination. Oh, if we could ever find who holds that key (but I think we know the answer to that)! The longing is palpable here. HUGS <3
ReplyDeleteThank you my dear...and yes, I suppose we do.
DeleteSomething about this season that brings all the emotions to the top...
ReplyDeleteSome locks require 2 keys
Holidays probably do...or drinking wine by the fire alone. ;-) Yes, I do suppose keys to hearts do take 2.
DeleteSuperb!
ReplyDeleteThank you Wenzal. Just now saw your comment. 😉
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