Barbed Wire Photograph
The girl across the way became your friend
You watched her from your window as she played piano
Imagining the chords through the sleet and grey of January
Almost glad you couldn't hear.
She stayed up like you did
Keeping strange hours
You'd light a candle on the sill
And she would follow suit.
Sometimes you'd both just sit
Throwing pebbles at the fence between you
that dissolved before they hit the glass
Sparks of barbed wire in the moonlight.
And if you'd never spoken there was no need for shame
So you stared at her
She stared at you
Observing and absorbing.
You could have opened the window
But you never did
So neither did she.
was it vice versa?
Except that one time
When you came home from a school that felt like hell
And saw the curtains twisting in the wind.
there were no more candles after that.