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As I stared down the window
The one that showed our memories
A question came to mind,
“Will you jump through this window with me?
Will you jump one last time before you go?
With me, with me…Won’t you jump with me?”
Because I only had one eye open from the beginning
And don’t remember the bad
I didn’t know the words or even hear the wind
And couldn’t see where you kept your heart
I read like the blind yet had no feel
So things blew over me as I kept on moving
The puddle I waded in was too shallow to see the bottom
Deceived by the sky
Since my vision lost its color
What chaos
What hell
She liked to abuse and she’d turn out the lights
I was the disease without a cure
The one with no self-esteem
It was also the stars that grew dim
And tried to hide my face as to conceal the tears I cried
While I glanced at the photo but it didn’t glance back
The window
It broke
As I turned the lock
And I closed my eye
And opened the other