what ends
at the road I took
the building above the railway
was old, one yellow window
like silver tape under setting
one yellow window
reflecting
I'd drawn one small window for myself
are you afraid of it ending?
the way I turn back
at some point on the sidewalk
when it ends only
birds are flying in new ways
I saw them make a new letter
writing your name comfortably.
I saw spring come in my dream
no reason to be afraid of winter now
I made a new cup of coffee that day
one yellow window reflected
the face faded from the concrete
and I stopped thinking of such things,
when you and I brought balloons to the park
and they sometimes blew away
I wasn't worried and only waited
to have the urge to walk on
waited to see another yellow window
reflecting, this time
I lay comfortably
movement of shadows and leaves
only natural
until no one could take the
walking away.
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