Windows I Cannot Touch

Though we may live in the same house
we never look through the same windows

Not really –

My windows were born in the last century
shaped by realities,
dreams,
and sensations
you cannot fully know –

except in how I lent them
when you came to be

You look through panes
I cannot touch –

framed by the texture of time
that does not belong to me

and a journey you have not yet taken

Still, I watch in hopefulness
that you may discover

all you need

to see your way