Dec. 14 poem

I don't know if I've posted this yet. but i love it, so...

You sit in the window
And watch the world
Wind buy. The paths
Each day, with passive
Eyes and restless hands.
Each raindrop as it falls,
Your fingers itch to hold,
To treasure. Your eyes
See, but cannot hold.
People walking by,
Merrily yelling and laughing.
Your ears strain to hear,
But your eyes only see.
The rays of golden sun
That your shoulders
Ache to feel the warmth.
Your eyes close, the
Light too much.
You sit in the window
And watch the world
Wishing the world
Could see you.