I waken in the morning from the same dream.

Her face watches through the windows of my life. 

I can feel her eyes, constantly peering.

I push my face against the glass, 

Catching the hint that she was here.

I beat the glass, palms bloody, throwing all my strength to escape to her.

Finally the glass shatters, I clamber out the window, 

Finding myself alone, left to rebuild the glass house.

And wait,

For my watcher to return.