they want in.
who called them here?
who told them
when the party would begin?
their faces pressed against
the windows
with empty
hands, and broken hearts.
they weep with their sadness.
they see the christmas tree
lit up,
the gaiety of life, the food,
the drinks.
they see dancing.
they won't go away.
they tap on the window pane.
they beg with whispers to be let in.
they lean to see more
of what they can never have.
they have no idea that i too
am one of them.
on the outside, as they are,
looking in.
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