My Open Window

by Heather's Starting End


On one December day
His passion went away
As if a window opened
And away
It blew
Exiting warmth
Entering cold
All on that winter day
Everything I loved

The man I once knew
Was taken ahold
By a past or a present
God only knows

He left my side as he stood by me
Invisible presence
As he claimed to be
In love with my eyes, my hair, my being

But what was the lack of love I was seeing
Where is his heart if it is not with mine
To where has it drifted in such a short time

The windows still open
As the pane gathers frost
I won’t close it yet
In case he’s just lost

Out finding his heart
And will bring it back
Before my heart freezes
Breaks down and cracks

We fight the seasons
With our bodies so bold
We sweat and we shiver
From hot into cold
We should fight for love
One to have and to hold
Leave windows open
For a chance to come home

10 Comments to “My Open Window”

  1. Welcome to poets corner and well done.

  2. Thank you, my Dear Harry:) Forever grateful for the chance!

  3. Thank you, more than sure I will πŸ™‚

  4. wunderfully know love still exists there , very kewl πŸ™‚ Q

  5. Thank you. It exists if you allow it to πŸ™‚

  6. Wonderful analogy! I love this!

  7. Thank you, Easter Ellen πŸ™‚

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