Love behind a glass
There is a window somewhere inside me.
Not a locked door.
Not a wall built from stone.
Just a pane of glass I cannot quite explain.
I still believe in laughter.
I still believe in eyes meeting across a crowded room.
I still believe in the warmth of a hand finding another hand.
I still believe in passion.
I still believe in two people becoming so comfortable with one another that smiles arrive before words do.
And yet, there is that window.
I stand on one side of it,
watching a life I still want.
Perhaps the glass was placed there long ago,
when I was too young to understand why people could be careless with a heart.
Perhaps it was built from old wounds,
old memories,
old disappointments.
I don’t know.
What I do know is this:
Love still lives in me.
I hear it in my laughter.
I see it in the joy I feel when I make my grandson laugh.
I feel it in those brief moments when a stranger’s kindness reminds me that connection is still possible.
The window may still be there.
But windows are transparent.
They let light through.
And maybe that’s the message.
I am not closed.
I am not broken.
I am simply standing here,
waiting for someone whose soul speaks the same language as mine.
Someone whose presence feels like coming home.
Until then,
I will sit peacefully in my solitude,
Knowing that somewhere between the silence and the laughter,
Love is still
Copyright © Mintra Mankasingh | Year Posted 2026
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