I lost my love at a window once.

And as those words "never again"
drenched my soul, and washed away the joys of life that
I had thought to lead,
I saw the joys of life through a window yet again.
A pane of pain, with shame, as my heart did sail away with
I upon the shore.

I looked down through a window once more.
And thought out load as I do now what the windows of my soul would see,
as my soul did leave the joys of life that I had lost to lead.

Yet still I sit.
Upon this pane of pain that I have spoken of before.
With a question that shall keep me on this sill of this endless shore
forever more.

Continue to look, or use the door?
 
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