if you had been my everything
then after you
i would have had nothing
to worry about.
but you weren't my everything
(because no one can be anybody's everything)
so everything now can be you
(because the only thing larger than certainty is possibility).
you were the beautiful window
of my shattered house.
but what can one see from the window
of a shattered house except all the things
that have not been shattered yet?
that is why the window closed
and that is why the wind that closed it
had to be me.
~ ajay
30/10/2024
