Day: Nov 10, 2020

The light in your window is still on, it’s blinking and fidgeting.

A candle’s lit on your bedroom table next to the piano and your drink.

The branches hug your window so tightly, it’s almost hard to see.

The closer I go, the faster my heart beats; I almost struggle to breathe.

Your friends are gone for the weekend so I’m curious – are you lonely?

Do you have anyone back in the city, was my invitation too phony?

Yet you dance around the place like you own it, the candles cheer you on.

My nose is almost touching the glass, my chest now weighs a ton.

One more careless spin and you waltz straight into the backyard,

I boldly invite myself into the house while you’re getting charred,

Puffing your seventh cigarette of the day, you’ve really changed a lot.

But I’m still as trustee yet not as sweet,

Smart enough now to cut down the flowers who rot.