You closed your house to me.
I used to be inside, and enjoyed the warmths of home.
It was a wondrous place to be and full of love for all.
I spent my time without consideration for it’s end.
But my time was wasted, I didn’t fully appreciate my place.
And now I stand outside.
I watch you now from afar, but the blinds are mostly pulled down.
On occasion you peek out, and I smile back at you.
Do you see me? Know I am watching.
The occasional window is drawn to let in the outside air.
I smell the sweet smells from within.
The things that can be seen are nothing I have not seen before,
but they are things I appreciate now all the more.
Memories flood by and but new feelings come with them,
and with them come new understandings and appreciation.
So I watch your windows, peer through the blinds, seek any opening.
Show me what’s inside – do you raise them for me?
Or am I just now seeing what you show to all.
Woe for me for not enjoying what is inside when it was mine to enjoy.
I enjoy it now. I wait patiently for the next view within.