I Look in People’s Windows

I Look in People’s Windows

I had died the tiniest death
I spied the catch in your breath
Out, out, out, out, out, out
Northbound I got carried away
As you boarded your train
South, south, south, south, south, south

A feather taken by the wind blowing
I’m afflicted by the not knowing so

I look in people’s windows
Transfixed by rose golden glows
They have their friends over to drink nice wine
I look in people’s windows
In case you’re at their table
What if your eyes looked up and met mine
One more time

You had stopped and tiltеd your head
I still ponder what it meant
Now, now, now, now, now, now
I triеd searching faces on streets
What are the chances you’d be
Downtown, downtown, downtown

Does it feel alright to not know me?
I’m addicted to the “if only”

So I look in people’s windows
Like I’m some deranged weirdo
I attend Christmas parties from outside
I look in people’s windows
In case you’re at their table
What if your eyes looked up and met mine
One more time

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

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