I stare at you through this tiny window
Your words trickling into my world
A sprinkling across my dry fields
That used to drown under your ocean depths
I call through these curtains
And wait for your response
My breath synced to the gentle
Fluttering of your blackout curtains
My heart always pounds
When i sit here
Just outside your window
Wondering if you heard me
Wondering when you'll answer
If you'll answer
mildew warm winter
wind blown leaves sweep
across half raked lawns
she is alone, looking out
into a darkness that is
held at bay by shuttered windows panes
she is breathing into the long silence
echoed into her own ears
fueling the fires heat
burning behind a flushed face
her trembling hand
barely holding the receiver
trying to hang up
trying to speak
trying to think
So uh, you wanna go??
breathy silence follows as before
You know, just talk of old times ...