Window Triology, by Trinity Funk

Window Triology

Window

Window, Trinity Funk

I see you

standing there, your hazel gaze focused on the flow of traffic, contemplating future possibilities. The world moves on while your life remains at a temporary stand still. What exactly is the purpose of this momentary halt? You tilt your head slightly left momentarily intrigued by the background noise. Its simple hum intensifies to a murmur, but the topic’s irrelevant to your current situation, so once again it fades back to a hum as your attention shifts back to the passing world.

I see you,

your light caramel hair softly molded to its permanent shape. Arms folded, as you lean against the counter behind you. Quietly you watch, while the world moves on. What is it that hold you to this moment? I can only see you physically, tall, lean, large fame glasses, the squares perfectly framing your beautiful hazel eyes. Oh but your eyes, marvellous. Distant. They say eyes provide a glimpse into the soul. But yours are empty, just like a mirror they reflect what others want to see, but do not truly express who you are. Your eyes don’t wrinkle when you smile, instead they remain flat. A closed book that has yet to be discovered.

 I see you,

you are a blank slate. Waiting for someone to come and write your story. However, you are too afraid to truly open up, so you push away those with an adventure to share. I have been told I am you. A reflection of you, just in a different light. I am the reflection of the emotions you try to supress, but you look straight through me. I am just another object in your life with a physical presence that is easy to overlook. It is only if you are willing to focus that you realize my presence and even then you only see yourself. You move from your spot, but still I watch as the reflection fades. You leave faster than you appear. Sadly I am permanent while you are temporary. A memory that will soon fade. If you return I will once again accept you into my embrace. Until that point I will simply wait for your return.

I see you,

but you will forever look past me, and I have come to accept that.

 

Blind

Blind

I hear you,

The low echoes of your voice sound in the empty void you left behind. The murmur of traffic flowing in the background. You have returned. I don’t know what brought you back to this moment, but I said that I would always accept you. I will. Here you are. I want only to apologize for all the harm I have caused. I blamed you for all the trouble and chaos that went on in my life. I want the opportunity to ask forgiveness. But I can no longer see you, a barrier has been placed between us. A wall of emotion that won’t be so easily knocked down.

I hear you,

The constant reminder of all the pain I went through. I can still imagine your soft caramel hair molded to its permanent shape. Your hazel eyes, oh but how beautiful they are. Seared into my mind, like a branding on a piece of wood. I want nothing more than to call out your name, for you to finally notice me. Do you remember who I am? I have been waiting for your return thinking of ways to apologize for the harm I caused in your life.

I hear you,

Your cries of forgiveness muted by the gossip people have created. We have become an object of ridicule. A thing for people to hide their pain behind. You have let them write our story, and I am the villain. Cunning and evil, but I was no match for your pure heart. Trapped behind the bars of a cell, silently rotting away, with only my regret to keep me company. I miss you. The joy you brought to my life. I miss being able to see you, even though you would just look past me. You were my story. Like the last pages of a book, I was not ready for our story to end. And here I am. My regret still permanent. Your return is not the dream I imagined. My silent plea for forgiveness lost to the chaos of the world.

I hear you,

If only you would just hear me. I’m sorry.

 

Shattered

I didn’t know

I was such a critical piece to the fantasized puzzle you have created. That every time I would walk past, or looked in your direction, you assumed I saw you. I didn’t ask for you to be part of my life, but here we are. I had left to pursue an opportunity that didn’t involve your judgemental gaze and have only returned temporarily.  You constantly adapt to what people want to see, but don’t know how to direct their attention on you alone. I have looked past you for so long, and you created an idealized image of what you think we should be. You saw a future for us on an emotional level and I barely took the time to acknowledge your presence.

I didn’t know

You thought we were the same person. You say I am a reflection of you, and I guess I can understand how. I faintly see myself in you, but I have to focus directly on specific details. You have a physical presence in my life, and I won’t treat you with disrespect, but I also won’t turn to you in my time of need. I acknowledge all that you have done for me, allowing to watch the passing world. Protecting me from various storms, while still providing a magnificent picture. But our relationship is strictly professional.

I didn’t know

How all this time I took you for granted. You were always there for me, and although you misinterpreted our friendship, I still want to thank you for your support. I pulled the blind on us and placed a physical barrier between us. I thought that if I could no longer see you things would be easier, but it’s not. Honestly sometimes I wish you didn’t hold such a large part of my unconscious attention. By blocking you out I realized that I lost the joy of watching the passing world and the beauty you allowed me to see. I appreciate all you have done for me and want to thank you for that.

I didn’t know

I was significant in your life, but I am learning to appreciate you in mine.


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