Close the Curtains
she half-heartedly stares
out the window, as if a mirror
the tree stands there
fragile and frail
uprooted, ready to snap
beneath the weight of winter
icicles hang like daggers to a heart
she sees no beauty in this
but she never liked her anyhow
she closes her eyes
and sees him there
as if an old photo
she traces the edges
she remembers the blush
beneath his touch
and sees it as it splashes
early morning skies
she knows there is no warmth
from sun beneath winters wrath
it unattainable like his heart
she realizes he never loved her
he can't, he doesn't know how
she glances towards the mirror
as if staring out the window
and sees the same
she sees no beauty in this
but she never liked her anyhow
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2016
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