There's a window in my bathroom

There's a window in my bathroom. I catch myself looking out of it every day every night every hour I see them all parading around, full of joy of hope of meaning I scan their faces for acknowledgement hoping the light left in my eyes is still enough. But they never peer upwards instead they march forwards their gazes transfixed on the day or night ahead And I am left in the dark waiting for new faces to reappear.