A Condensation Condemnation

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I used to watch the man I loved unrequitedly through the library window. I wasn't allowed to love him so I'd hide, stealing glances from behind a book. One cold day I thoughtlessly traced 'I Love You' onto the glass; he saw. The terror I felt as I heard his footsteps coming up those stairs; that sound in my head, tht rhythm, that refrain. I didn't think to wipe it off, I just heard that tapping on the stairs. And it's still there. I hope that beat found its way into the poem; I don't usually bother much about patterns and structures and rhymes.

Submitted: October 31, 2011

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And one step up, and one step up

Becoes a swift refrain.

And one step up, and one step up

The curtain's drawn again.

 

I see you, child, standing there,

A book aloft to catch your stare.

Snap shut, snap shut,

and dry and press

the love that you dare not confess.

One more staircase, one more mile,

To spy you with your frozen smile.

 

Why up here, hmm? Why up here?

If you've nothing to hide.

Why up here, hmm? Why up here?

Not watching you, she cried.

 

So what is this, dear child, I ask?

This phrase traced onto misted glass?

Not yours, not yours,

her lips proclaim

as hands come up to clean the pane.

One more staircase, one more mile,

Has sabotaged her smooth denial.

 

Impossible, impossible,

soft-whispered circumstance.

Impossible, impossible,

to fail to be entranced.


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