i will stand at our window today
this white window that knows our shadows so well
and through the dapple of morning light
i will watch as you go about what you do
and think how
sometimes
when we are not bound
arms and legs and mouths
there is still the splendor of you
and its ring inside my senses
like the vibrant chime of a bell
rising
arcing
falling
upon my eyes
waiting
for them to open
to receive
your breath
as if for the very first time
and i will watch
for your ghost
to find our white window
to wander through my body
like a yearning spirit
wanders through an empty house
wanders through an empty house
