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windows are made for looking out of
by Olivia Weinkeinwindows are made for looking out of
it rains & i remember everything
and the dirt road outside of my house
becomes fascinating as i chase
sounds obsessed & wild-eyed hungry
for what that road can deliver me
the significance of the roar of a
truck engine and what it has began
to mean to me as he comes and goes
just know
that i am always watching
and i wait kicking my leg in circles
occasionally forgetting to breathe
watching the clock tick away another
hour and fighting some much needed
sleep wishing he would come find me
but knowing it's possibly too late
not ready to lay down quite yet &
not needing another heartache but
windows are made for looking out of
it rains & i forget everything
04/10/2008 Posted on 04/10/2008
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 04/11/08 at 03:40 AM Strange, I wrote a piece once entitled "windows are made for looking into". I obviously got it wrong though because yours is much better. It's really good. I adore the contrast of how the rain makes you remember everything in the beginning and forget everything in the end... Brilliant, and true. |
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