Alone he watches

His hand rests against the cool glass of the window.
The sun streaks in through shards of light,
They ease through his curtains
Aiming for a body to smite.

His hand rests against the cool glass of the window.
He can slightly hear laughter from outside,
Inching closer he closes his eyes
Until the noise is amplified.

His hand rests against the cool glass of the window.
He longs to be with them,
The people outside with the glossed over faces
Oh, how he cries with the wish to succumb.

Distant

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