From the Window
As I look down from the window,
at the faces I will never meet,
the stories I will never hear,
and the endings I will have to predict.
The people below who have loved, lost,
and wished for the precious gift of more time.
The path's they've crossed
that reminded them what they were meant to do.
The stories I will never hear,
of the people I will never see again.
The life changing settings,
where unimaginable things have occurred.
The places they have gone to achieve greatness.
but rising from their defeat to achieve significance,
in this world that is uncaring and indignant.
The locations where miracles happened
to the people I will never see again.
The abrupt endings to these fictional stories,
created to lull my magnanimous curiosity.
The people who were neglected,
and seemed to disappear from existence.
The varying endings to the lives of the people I will never see again.
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