Best Poems Written by Ashley Bouvy

The Window

How was I supposed to know,
That that window would be gone?
The day that I looked out last time
Blows in the wind like a song.

The things I would see outside,
Now can no longer be seen.
Now it's a happy memory,
Existing inside of me.

Now there is just a white wall,
Covering that empty space.
And when I go to look out of it, 
The plaster touches my face.

The green grass and rolling hills,
The flowers that brightly glow,
All the happy little critters,
I'm sure they're still there, I know.

Even though I can't see them,
Unless I go out the door.
But it will never be the same to me,
'Till I look through the window once more.

Copyright © Ashley Bouvy | Year Posted 2012