On the Other Side of the Window

On the other side of the window
a silhouette shimmered
it talked, it whispered, it laughed
it walked, it stopped, it sat

On the other side of the window
a dream was fading fast
like sand cupped in palms
slipping between fingertips
disappearing

On the other side of the window
love found, lost, found and lost again
a heartbreaking game
no one wanted to end
but like all other games
this one too, have an end

Nothing more than a window between this two worlds
two lives once entangled, now torn apart
two hands once entwined, now let go
two futures, once combined, now splitting again
They say two is better than one
I say otherwise

I say one is the best
because love teaches compromises
and two become one
I say two is the worst
because when one is separated into two
both sides hurt

double the pain
double the ache

On the other side of the window
I wonder...
if anything other than the silhouette I
am enthralled by
exists