As the seasons change, I sit and look through my window panes.
Peering through blinds, designed to keep eyes from looking in?
Or, do they keep them from looking out?
Pulling them back to see the light shine through.
But, even sunlight casts a shadow as it brightens the room.
For whom am I waiting?
For what am I anticipating?
Night comes sooner most often, than that which I await.
Shut the blinds back as it approaches.
Darkness is not welcomed as it arrives at my doorstep.
As it ascends the stairs, taking the breath from my chest.
I sit speechless.
Wanting to look through my panes, to let wandering eyes see my pain.
But they only see the exterior of my house.
Not what lays within.
AbsoluteVenus
A.K.A.
Hale's Angel
© 2012
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