Windows
Show and tell time:
Remind me where this began,
And how much of this is mine?
Where are we going, and will it end?
From friends to… something;
What, I can’t tell.
I don’t know what we’re taking or what we’re giving,
Or if tomorrow we still will.
I’ll hold your hand,
All that is fine.
But you stare out your window, friend,
And I’ll stare out mine.
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