I see you, but I can’t touch you
You see me and you turn and walk away
I’m here
It’s like looking at a window
I can see in, but you can’t see out
You seem to never be able to look pass the glass
To see what you are missing on the other side
A window should not be a reflection
A window shows you
What you have been missing… from the other side
By not looking through the glass.
T.M. written by Ray Reynolds