Lies // poems

windows

i stare out of the window sometimes
staring at the world in motion
while I watch absentmindedly on the sidelines
measuring blades of grass with the giddy excitement of a child to see growth
naming the baby birds too small to leave the nest
wandering where the butterflies go when the weather turns sour
where the bees will pollinate when all of the flowers die
where the birds will fall and die when their mother never returns to help them learn how to fly
i don't mind the sadness of everything ending
i just hope they wonder where i go when there are no more windows