I don’t know if I am looking through a window,
I am not sure if I can see myself saying goodbye.
Is that what I want reflected in my own eye?

Your face is written in the sky of my mind,
I cannot see if it is a reflection or a memory
Does it even matter which reality I see?

I don’t even know what I want it to be,
because in any truth there is only one end.
I just don’t know where the window went.

C.