The Window’s Gaze

At night, the window calls to me,

A void of stars, a silent plea.

It whispers tales of roads unknown,

Of paths where hearts can walk alone.

Beside me lies a love so pure,

Her dreams of us, a truth unsure.

I watch her sleep, her breath so light,

And curse the chains forged in that night

A laugh, a kiss, they haunt my mind,

Not hers, but ones I’ll never find.

For in her love, I am confined,

A prisoner to a heart aligned.

I clutch the pane, the glass feels cold,

A glimpse of freedom, distant, bold.

Yet still I stay, her warmth too near,

Bound not by love, but crippling fear.