Night Window

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Submitted: January 27, 2010

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Submitted: January 27, 2010



The world stayed up last night.
I watched it move, in its familiar way,
unmoving myself.

Watched the blood stained electric
of leaving traffic,
and the liquid gold
that made puddles under streetlamps
and beaded car windows.

The gold seeped, halos of light
like that night, that still leaks,
dripping from the shanty tap of my mind.
My world is coloured now,
by that room and that smell,
and the sight of you.
I never left.

Now blue ambulance lights line streets,
stilled and yellowed.
And every face is friendless and worn,
and wants to go home.
And your lungs are forever scarred charcoal,
tar hindering the breaths, that come softly no more.

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