I am sitting in our makeshift kitchen.
Staring out the window you invented
For us last year, so that we may
Stare out a window...nothing more to do.
I am watching the snowflakes fall.
Smearing the glass with my fingertips
For you to see, when you get home
And find that I am not where you left me.
I am breaking window glass inside of me.
Little pieces on the bottom of my soul,
For all the good feelings to feed upon
And assure me that the glass is gone forever.
-Joy |
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