Here I stand,

white swirling window pane

shielding me.

You stare

straight ahead.

But you don't see me,

all alone, waiting for you.

You don't see the tears.

Only the fog of the dreams

of the person

you want me to be.

And I carve your name

in see-through shiny letters

on the glass.

Maybe you'll see the teardrops,

the wetness of my eyes

when you lean forward,

squinting at the word.

You can't quite make it out

because it would shatter your

perfect, glittering world.

I am not allowed to enter.

And I want it to snow.

I wish the sparkle diamond shapes

would bury me, forgotten.

Lost to everyone…

everyone but you.