Dirty Windows
The pane is clean as I peer out this window
This window that is my life
All is clear now . . .
Somehow I find it sad
How parts of my life are repeated
Parts I thought for sure I’d never see again
Could I not see it coming, or didn’t I want to see it
Could I have perhaps prevented it
Or did I actually try and not succeed . . .
Maybe there’s something to be said of dirty windows
Dirty windows that cloud reality
Dirty windows that keep others from looking in
Keeping my life hidden from voyeurs
Private . . . so no one can see through the pane
To the pain
By shale
© 2012 shale
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