Widow - Window

Widow and window, both are the same, still alive but isolated.

This typo was dedicated to International Widow's Day.
Thunder nights and I'm with you.
believing that you're looking me through.
feeling your hands touching my hair,
but what you see is just a curtain flare.
I know you love this windy layer,
but you don't realise I'm breathing air.
I can't see you neither I have ear,
but your silence is what i can hear.
you're also alone as like me,
so you come near to set self free.
Difference is just I'm a wind-ow,
And you are someone's widow.
So, it's up to you how you thrive,
But still your presence
Makes me feel alive.