I’ve stood gazing

At the treasures

From outside

The bar window,

And sometimes

Made my way

Only to momentarily

Stay.

 

Lately things

Haven’t clicked right,

I’ve failed to capture

What was in sight;

Speak of the

Curiosity to buy,

I’ve hopelessly

Walked out

With a sigh.

 

The limited-time deal

That I couldn’t steal,

Punishing my heart

To the extent that

It could never heal.

 

Happiness comes

In the tiniest of ways,

But gone are

Those days

Where I wore

A heartful smile,

My happy soul

Is currently in exile.

 

The glinted glass

Tells me that

This is where

I’m supposed to be,

Maybe not

Situationally.

 

I see similar

Faces around me,

There is mutuality;

Some are holding back,

While some are

Held back by

A social tack.

 

I stand there

Before the window,

Wanting to lay low

And not be seen,

Poignance sabotaging

A bunch of dreams

That were existentially

Manifesting.

How long am I

Just going to be

Window-shopping?