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The Window

Her world
behind the window
cracked and rotted wood
falling flakes of paint

curtain not of any colour
greyish hue
old, no longer pretty
need replacing

her world
behind the window
peering out to the garden
sliding her hand along the grimy glass

that she was once able to see through
clearly, but now cannot

how is her mind
behind the window
casting her eyes on weeds
below that need
removing for they old

no longer cared for

and she asks herself …. why don’t they come to visit anymore


Why?

At the time of arrival I saw you leaving

At the time of beginning you were withering away

At the time you must be here with me

You were sulking behind the curtain

At the time I needed your support

You were hiding beneath the invisibility cloak

Why do you do this, Why can’t you be a little
compassionate for me?

Why can’t you see how much I want you to be
with me in happy times and sad ones as well?

Why don’t you see me in the same light?

Why?- I wonder… I wonder… I wonder…

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