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
