The Man In The Window

Just thinking about an interaction with someone i know with glasses.

To the man with the windows for eyes...

I see you

And I know your reluctance as I sneak my peeks inside

Hoping that you never catch me

Looking through

To the man inside the window...

Sorry, that I stare

But your watching me too!

I just never catch you....

Through that single blind glass

To the windows that separate...

I wish you misfortune

And protest for your removal

You have moments of retreat

But the minute you reappear

I can't see him anymore...

Reviews

[Misterr Remeat]

Yeah...I kinda hate my glasses at times. I do like this poem you have written though. The eyes are the windows to the soul, as they say. Cheers and keep up the good work

[krista]

I like it! Simple yet a complex meaning.