Look through the glass and then address
The heaving that is in your chest,
For only then will you release
And then the pain be put to rest.
See past the lies and into that
Which holds the pieces of your past,
For only then will you let go
Of things that cannot truly last.
Look through the panes and see the stars;
The people passing, and the cars;
For only then will you be free
And finally come back to me.