Castillo, Kristine Guia Castillo

AB-English and Literature

THROUGH THE WINDOW

Through the window,
my restless eyes reach for
everything that they hold to be true
the minute cars, the moving figures
Through the window,
I can only see, not feel
feel the humidity I can see
my restless eyes begin to doubt
Through the window,
I seek new things
things I find peculiar and novel
but I found nothing, nothing but everything
Through the window,
I see raindrops
travelling down the glass
like every minute car on the street

Through the window,

I seek for you
in every pavement
you could be everywhere
Through the window,
I let out colorless sighs
wondering through the black and white I see,
could you also be looking for me?
Through the window,
minute cars pass,
moving figures still move,
and I, inside the window,
motionlessly seek you
-This poem aims to evoke the feeling of nostalgia, sadness and pain.