Looking Through The Glass

I stand on the outside,

And peer through the glass,

Through layers of dust,

And fingerprints past,

Through echoes of time,

That patina the glaze,

And ghosts in the corners,

That memories raise,

Through embers of sunlight,

That dance on a wall,

And prisms of colour,

That waltz and then stall,

Through laughter and sadness,

And all that we shared,

Through living and loving,

And the secrets we bared.


I stand on the outside,

And everything’s changed,

But this was my yesterday,

And it’s forever ingrained.

10 thoughts on “Looking Through The Glass

  1. You write beautifully. I am torn, as these days I too, stand on the outside I stand on the outside, seeing that all has changed from the past. Memories remain, but not necessarily the good ones. Alas, a beautiful piece of writing.

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