I watched you through the window pane.
Through the glass, through the pain.
I also watched my own reflex.
Pale and thin, smeared eyes.
What is it like being on the other side?
Do we know where does it take us?
Can we feel the grasp running through our bodies?
Can we feel our souls departing?
Green fields and ocean shores, they say.
I only hope to see you once again.
In time, long pace.
Are you there? Have you already left?
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