Deadly Games

Windows

He used to tell me

that eyes are the windows to the soul

and when he looked at me

he told me he saw a sunny day

Last year when I saw him again

his brow furrowed

and he asked me why it was

that he saw a cloudy day

Yesterday I saw him

and I was afraid to look him in the eyes

because I knew what he'd see

when he looked through my windows

I know he'll see

that all daylight has gone

night has fallen

and the glass is shattered

on the windows to my soul

(e.b)