I look out the window,
and see you standing there.
Wondering why you're here.
This way, it's very rare.
I see you often
in the hallways.
I see you in the classrooms,
almost day to day.
But never at my doorstep,
have I seen you ever before.
And now it feels so real,
like I, you must adore.
It's not. It's not.
It's just a dream,
somewhere else.
Somewhere so unseen.
-Bailey Holcomb
