The Window
Here I am again, on the outside looking in. The door was ajar, but only for a brief moment. No allowance for me to enter. Leaving me to press my nose against the foggy window. Blurring my vision, making it hard to see inside. Weather changing to winter and it's getting colder. The skies matching my sullen mode. Trying to warm my soul, with pleasant memories of before. I'm locked out, but I don't want to leave. So I stay vigilant at the foggy window. Waiting to be invited in.
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