Window shopping.
I thought I knew what it was.
The look of it, the taste of it, the feeling.
I thought I knew what it meant.
The hope, the joy, the warmth.
I thought I knew how it went.
The beginning of it, the middle and the never ending end.
I thought I knew what it was like to be…
But I was just looking through a window.
And as my handprint fades upon the glass,
I thought I knew.
