Literature
Windowpane
I gaze out an open window,
I'm very quiet,
completely still.
I hope to catch a glimpse of people
actually living
the way they do sometimes
when they think no one is there.
In my room hang useless pictures:
Photographs of family
and forgotten friends,
a constant reminder
of all the stupid, pointless places
I’ve been.
Everything feels paused,
caught in some absurd
freeze‑frame moment.
And now I’m supposed to believe
we had a life back then.
A warm and beautiful
life worth remembering
But the truth keeps whispering
from the corners of this room:
Whatever we were
has already rotted away
long ago.
The photographs stare back
with hollow eyes,
waiting for me to admit
I don’t belong in any of them.
Some of it has already
faded away.
The photographs stare
through me, as if they
already know I was never
meant to stand among them
and that knowledge presses
into me with a quiet,
unbearable pain.
I stay here watching other lives
happen while mine just keeps
breaking down little by
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