Windows

Windows

I see her face

In the window laced

With ice from the cold outside

I call her name

Through the window pane

But she cannot come inside.

No one knows the joy and sorrow

Waiting for us each tomorrow

Who knows how we feel when we're alone?

All of us are separate beings

Looking out our windows seeing

Someone looking at us through their own.

God, I wish that I could be there

Looking through her window with her

Lord, I know that she wishes the same

(But) all my efforts to be near her

Never bring me any closer

Than the width of that cold window pane.

If only I could break that window
Hand in hand we could walk into
Some place where we'd never be apart
What a heaven we could live in
If these windows weren't wrapped
Around our hearts.

I've searching for you so long
You're the words to every love song
I think you were sent from up above
There's nothing nicer, nothing sweeter
Than what I feel each time I greet her
I think this is something they call love.

Written on 8 x10 paper, mostly clean.  Some words scratched out.  Some ink got wet; sweat, tears? A greasy thumb print.  Folded to fit in his wallet.