Cried on the Porch

I displayed moments of my personality
you kept them in your corner

I made my echoes heard in the room
you manipulated the sound with windows

I drew lifetimes onto the walls
You ripped down the wallpaper

I walked out the door
And you shut it behind me

I cried on the porch
And you had moved away

Lengths of Time

Let lengths of time

Lead us in words of wisdom

Sharing glimpses in hollow mirrors

masked as script

tied to windows into the soul

Every morning doves come to my window
Every morning I close my window

They have come to sing to my day
A day I dread with every dove that sings

Every day the doves fly away
Hoping tomorrow will changes my disposition

Every evening I open my window
To listen to the nightingale sing to my night

I see the window you’re standing behind

I’ve been searching for the door
The only one I’ve found
Was locked on the outside

I’m not sure if you ever gave me a key

Now I stand in front of the window

Looking at you, looking at me

Wondering if you will open it

Hoping you open it

Only the lonely
Or something else they say

Tears dry before sand can melt
The glass window hides your face

Watch the rain slide down the panel
Sit in the chair alone