Reflections of a beam of light
Trickle through me.
I sit on the window sill looking out at
The world that has never had me.
Looking to the rest of my room does me no good,
You're not in it anymore.
You don't put your jewelry on my nightstand,
We don't get coffee and tea in the morning,
And you don't hold me like you used to.
So I wait on my window sill.
Looking out.
An empty jar, empty bed, empty arms.
Waiting to hold you.
E.