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"Year after year," I told him,
"I walked mile after mile,
hour after hour,
looking in
every window,
dreaming of the lives within.
In one lit window,
in late evening,"
I remembered,
"a woman looked up
from her book, smiling,
as a man handed her
a cup of tea.
"So many years spent,
walking and looking,
in search of Love,
in search of Home.
Always outside,
looking in."
"And now
you're inside,
looking out,"
he told me, sadly.
And it was true.
Posted for Mary's Mixed Bag at Real Toads
