Against the widowpane I spend my days.
Glancing back and forth, watching.
A boy playing with his dog, an old man sitting on the bench.
I resign myself to watching.
Never can I enter their world, interact with them.
See we are so very different.
They're still living and I'm dead. Not in flesh but in spirit I am.

Today I watched a mother pushing her child in a stroller.
Heard a bird whistling a love song to another.
Even watched the fireworks at the park.

While I sat here against the windowpane.
I am too afraid to go out there now.
No one is left for me to love. No one to breathe into my heart life.
Down on the street couples are laughing, kissing each other.
Oh how I wish I could feel your touch just one more time.
Why did God take you from me, you were my Heart?
People walk by never realizing that tomorrow they could be here.
Alone against the windowpane, watching life pass them by.
Now I must leave my television onto the world.
End my poem and close my eyes to wake no more.