The view from my window
this quiet lament
The lilies await your arrival
in which to bloom again
The wind's dance; dreary, solemn:
reflecting the eye of the beholder:
me.
The leaves sing of better days
in which you gazed upon them
The house next door wreaks of the skeletons
hidden away in the closet...
Forever dampened grass, from the rain
I suppose but perhaps my hearts many grudges
spilled over, leaking, and the disdain
I dare not speak of
shall forever show, eternally stain.
The kindergarten clouds are nowhere
to be seen, in their place:
cruel atmospheric reality.
Sluggish shadows tell my tale
documenting every teary eye
reflection.

Once upon a time
in my hopeless reverie
the hate i felt towards you
crept away as i dreamed
sweet dreams of your face
and these perfect delusions
but who's to say
the same kindness will bestow
upon the broken glass
and the tear-stained windowsill....