I have looked into this window before.

Peering past my own reflection to see what is inside.

Light shining through the particles of dust that have settled into the glass…

Hazy view from here…

Peering past my own reflection to see what’s inside

I call into the darkness for a response, are you in there?

I will keep calling you until you tell me to go, and to go for good…

I can’t hear too clearly…

Light shining through the particles of dust that have settled into the glass…

I am connected to that light and my heart won’t try another route

Shining through, across and over the landscape of the memories we made before the memories that almost took us down…

I will be here still…

Hazy view from here…

i wont ask for you to wipe anything clean for me to see

The clarity I seek wont come by peering through a window or crossing some other pane of glass

It will come when I turn back toward the right path being shown to me..