I am her window shopper.
We met through the surface
of glistening glass,
making love by sight.
Slowly she persuaded me with
fantasies,
convincing her true worth.
But oh
the costs
are great,
depressing as summer's
passing.
If only this price
could fall like,
suicidal leaves landing
aimlessly.
This unattainable
purchase would not
stand a chance,
between my payable
offerings.
Grateful i'd be
at the placement
of ownership.
But oh
the costs are
great.
I am just a window
shopper.
She's forever the
showy display,
that will be at my heart.