Windows Framed in Stale Oak

You knocked on my door and I answered with a smile.

I invited you in but you said,
“No…Thank you.”

Now the rocks you throw echo off my windows

Desperately expecting my attention

But this book I’m reading

This chair I’m sitting in

It’s too comfortable

To be rearranged to fit your needs

Now we sit on my front porch and watch the stale fireworks reflect through the pale

moon as the rain starts to fall

We’ll jump in every puddle that forms to forget everything we could have had would

have been nothing at all

And it will never end