From Safe Distance

i see the flowers bloom
the trees embracing spring
watching through my window pane
steady laughter as people cross by

i feel the sun,
the warm air filling the room
wrapping me in wrong comfort

where does the world take its joy from?

is it my window pane,
creating the distance between it and me
or is it my soul who cannot embrace its own spring?

wherever the answer lies,
is secondary.

as long as i’m witnessing it,
so close within my safe distance,
i can keep dreaming of it.

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