Just Like Your Sorrow

Poetry

your window beckons in the night

like a crooked finger

and I heed the signs apparent

just like any day

you say you want inner solitude

but friends listen between

all the lines and words spilled

just like old magic

your eyes are hollow black pools

that could drown me

with ease and thrust and swiftness

just like lions hunting

you don’t accept hugs or warmth

because it’s all noise

that doesn’t filter through at all

just like radio static

your loss has carved you bleak

and smoothed your edges

till you’re just a rock stormbound

just like wrecked ships

your window is just a place

I used to know

and now I am sinking fast

just like doomed love

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