From My WIndow

From the glass of my bedroom,
I watch their every step.
Lingering around their thoughts,
On how they could be better.

From the invincible wall,
I watch her speak.
In the tone of broken pride,
Murmuring words she barely understands.

From my window,
I watch your fingers.
Holding the tears.

As I watch these people,
I can only imagine.
On their own perspective,
When those eyes turn to me.