Open Window

 The right chance–for you.

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It’s open–

A window in the wall,

Light streaming through frosted glass

Specks I almost take in my hands.

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I hasten,

Hands clutching the pane,

Edging to the handle,

Heart thudding in the chest.

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It swings and shuts,

My hand slips through,

But my fingers grasp—

The handle unseen.

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Another window, sealed.

A silhouette beyond–

A chance, running.

I chase, reach–

But stumble.

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Empty hands

Heart burdened.

But still I tread,

Knowing another window,

Somewhere–

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Opens.

For just me.

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