Yesterday's Window
To look through the window of yesterday,
watch the rain fall upon the world
to see dead leaves float away
carried by currents they can't control
when they left barren limbs
that have a Winter's shadow
to wipe the fog from its glass
trying to see tomorrow
lifting eyes, to see the last puff of smoke
from the last candle lit
that lingered briefly, leaving a charred wick
in an empty room, where nothing moves
but the splash from each tear hitting the floor
circling each leg of the chair, I sit upon
as I stare at the thin painted glass
for my own reflection
caused by the backdrop of gray skies
that covers my world with sadness
6/7/17
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