In then out.
Flashes.
Here then no more.
Mankind witnessed through my glass window.
Opportunity to breed relationship,
Gone forever.
Who are they?
What do they know?
What could they teach me?
How much could love them?
Though as our non-existent bond is severed,
Never to be given that chance returned,
So then God takes over.
Watching.
Protecting.
Guiding.
Comforting.
But then aren't we sometimes that stranger
Seen through someone's window glass?