WINDOWS

Windows reflects the world outside Inside, the soul remains concealed. A ticking clock, a relentless reminder Of moments passing, unreclaimed. A diner, a stage for silent dramas Obsoletion fades stains of trauma. Each matron, an enigma, unnamed In the quiet corner, an empty stool... A cook, a keep, a bartender secretly weeps polishes glasses, pushing the dregs away. Waiting for a story untold but not forgotten.