alex

I see you sitting in that window and I can't seem to see anything else.

What are you keeping in there?

I speak to you through that glass but you can't hear me.

You circle endlessly in that square.

What are you keeping from me?

The faint whispers dripping down your lips as the melodious rain pours on you.

Oh my dear Alex, my alex...

I see you sitting there longing to be free and I can't seem to leave.