I stand outside looking in
And inside you are there
Happy in your companionship,
Oblivious to my isolation.
You can't see me.

I press my brow against the windowpane
And see you throw your head back,
Your laugh floating in the air,
But it is not intended for my ears.
I can't hear you.

You notice a reflection
And arise from your seat
Cross to my window, gaze at the glass,
Smile, fix your hair and turn away.
You can't see me.

Tears well up in my eyes
And through the blur I see
My hands trace the glass
As his trace your body.
I can't feel you.

My breath is fogging up the window
And once more you draw in close,
Write your name in the fog 
On the door of my transparent prison.
But you can't see me.

You never could.