You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits.
You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains.
You see the girl there, through the window, and wonder what lies ahead. She hopes, day after day, for the love that gathers you close, holds you tight and shields you from the world.
You watch the girl there, through the window, and shiver. You and her, one and the same.
Feature image courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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