all these panes
by Marla
about you but lately the one that seems to hold
true the most is this: your love is a closed window, and
I am throwing pebbles at it wishing you would crack
it open, just an inch or two, let the same shy breeze
that kisses my jaw travel toward your pale, tired face.
I know that when you say your life has been difficult,
you mean it. I know you have drawn the curtains for
so many others before me; I know the ones you let
your hair down for were far from ready to climb to where
you are. Your heart has gotten used to recycled air,
seasoned with disappointment and a steady humming
fear. But listen: your love is a closed window, and
I am throwing pebbles at it wishing you would break
the promise you made to yourself that you would never
take a chance on another stranger who calls your
name as if it were salvation, rest, a sliver of buttery peace
in an empty house that has yet to feel like home.
This is beautiful, as always. It would be heavenly to hear this from a guy you've had your eye on for ages, secretly hoping he would love you back when you finally had the courage to love again. Must be heavenly to know he's been feeling the same way too. :)
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