The Window

It was dark and I ran up the stairs
Tangled hair and no shoes
Echos of some conversation in the kitchen;
You love to turn the candles on in the windows for company even when you are leaving
And you were leaving
And the candle was lit in the window
Sitting on the ledge on top of my puzzle books
to watch you get in your car
Under the street light

Laughing silently to yourselves
I Imagined you were someone else
The cold and your coats
And the moon was a sliver of white in the sky
drives through wooded neighborhoods
At christmas time
Red green gold
More red and more red
And tinsel
And green doors with rusty door nobs
Glass vases and the flowers peaking through the cracks in the side walk
the cracks in the pots are causing soil to spill on the porch
I was always waiting
I Was always watching
Someone come and go
Run to the corner as you wave out the window
So many windows
And sunset