The Girl by the Window

Anonymous

High School

August/September 2024

She sits by the window, sunlight in her hair,

tracing the sky with a distant stare.

The world outside is a passing dream.

However, here, in this moment, she is all I see.

Her fingers tap softly, like rain on the glass,

lost in a rhythm that time can not surpass.

Does she even notice the space that we share?

Or know that I’m caught in her silent air?

The breeze plays a dance with her gentle sighs,

I catch the reflection of stars in her eyes.

If only I could reach the thoughts in her mind,

to see if there’s room for someone like me to find.

But for now, I sit quiet, my secret unshown.

Content in the glow of her world unknown.

For even a glimpse of her quiet grace,

is enough to light up the darkest of space.