Leaning on a windowpane to make it through the day,
Feeling all this window pain as the sky turns to grey.
You walk down the road and I’ll never catch your gaze,
I scream for your attention, but the window just won’t raise.
Hands pressed firmly and my breath against the glass,
Fingertips looming as your touch begins to pass.
The sun in your eye, yet you see me very clearly,
You can feel me watching you ever so sincerely.
A thud in my chest as it lightly starts to rain,
And now I’m trapped again with this giant windowpane.