When the sun rises [poetry]

One way window

I'm like a one way window,
And everybody is in the other room.
If I'm there, they have no way of knowing
They cannot see.

They cannot see what I do not allow,
They cannot see my suffering,
Or how I wrap my arms so tightly,
Around myself at night,
To stimulate a warm embrace.

Though my hands are cold.
The heaviness of my arms draped
Over my shoulders,
Allows my mind to wander.
To remember what it was like,
To be held.

But I am still cold.
The weight seems lifeless,
And I wonder,
How long will it be,
Before I love someone who stays warm,
Even for a one way window.