Through the window,
I look upon her with a sullen gaze.
Adventurous in sorrow.
When the feeling fades,the recollection remains.
The recollection that, we as lovers, are ultimately alone.
Maybe there isn't such a thing as true love.
The glimpse is all there is, and ever was.
I hope one day to stay in that place,
instead of looking at it through the window.
For now remains only me,
and my love could die.
Vapors.
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