Windows
Open, closed.
Covered in ruffles, or bare.
Looking out,
You can see so much.
Fantasy, reality.
Peace, sorrow.
Stress, love.
Fear, safety.
Looking in...
That's different...
You saw what's gone.
What's missing.
What you left behind,
And what you had taken.
What you lost...
They offer a option.
To try to recover,
To be whole again.
Or run.
Call it ruined,
And give up.
I hate windows.