Glass holds back the human touch. Someone inside I love so much. Reflected in the glass my tears. Wishing I could hug you dear. Hands pressed tight against the pane. Wishing we could hug again. Fragile you interned inside. Kept away, I stand outside. How much longer will it be In quarantine, til you’re set free? Ironic that this distance meant to keep you safe, but discontent in isolation time long spent. Mentally, how safer is it the only love - a Window Visit? Follow on FB, Instagram: WVPoetrygirl
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