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.
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