Do you remember?
Do you remember, I wonder,
What it was like outside?
How we’d stand there,
Our arms around each other,
Our faces pressed against the thick, sound-muffling glass?
Peering in with longing,
Ears straining to pick up something, anything -
Any little clue as to what it was like to be inside.
Inside with them -
The eating, drinking, laughing ones -
The ones bathed in the warm golden light.
Outside it was cold. And it could have been lonely,
But we had each other -
And we huddled together -
And we made our own warmth.
But now, Golden Girl,
You’re inside.
You’re theirs.
You eat, drink, laugh -
You glow.
And once in a while you look up.
And you wave.
It’s wonderful in here, you mouth,
See how wonderful it is?
See how they love me?
How they want me?
I do see.
And I feel the cold.
And the loneliness.
And the lack of your arms around me.
Colder,
Lonelier,
I look for different routes to walk.
Routes that don’t take me past windows.