Window Drama - A poem about nostalgia and loneliness

you press your forehead

against the cold window glass

while your hands hold with a tight grip

the hot metal of the radiator

outside no one notices

the steam your breath projects onto the glass

it is only you

and your breath

fixated on the window

like a painting

in a frame

if you keep this position long enough

maybe someone will stop

and raise the eyes

towards the silent showcase

or maybe no one will notice

the Morse signals

your breath is drawing

while your hands are getting

warmer and warmer

short term actor

of a window drama

say goodbye

the curtain will soon cover

this story

while raindrops

will clean the glass

on the other side.