My Broken Window

Where is the window?
It must be behind your door,
Hidden and locked away.

My guts twist, my hands shake,
Where is the man and women
Behind the blue door with so many mistakes?

You tell yourself, just knock once,
Or maybe twice,
Just to make sure he hears you....

A jittery knock, no reply.
You feel the tears swell in your eyes
And a deep aching cry from your marrow.

Where is the window?
It must be behind your smile,
Clamped and gated behind your lips.

I whisper "Let me in,
One more time please....I need you."
I yell, pounding on the door,
"Let me in! I want to leave,
Give me my belongings....I'm done"

The door cracks open,
A shadow of the man I met appears.
There was no window, no door,
Behind his darkened eyes.

I walk in,
I walk out.
I drive far away.

Where is the window?
I broke the window.