Intentions

I see better with the window wiped down.
My own breath keeps fogging up the glass.
I see outlines of what's on the other side with a vaugue reflection of myself.
Half truths, whole lies.
Am I doing this to myself?
In the back of my mind the option lingers,
to open the window fill my lungs with fresh air.
Remove the barrier keeping me from you.
My disobedient fingers turn locks tighter.
Will you forget me? Give up?
These panes feel like bars.
I hope you know how hard it is to be stuck in my mind when I'd rather be with you.