• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 12
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I used to stare out grandma's window
Looking for you
Waiting for you to come for me
The window pane held the stain of my heavy breath
Longer than you ever did
I could always depend on my misty breath to hold me
I traced notes with my fingers
x's and o's
Long stories left on dewy glass
That you'd never read

I wonder if the window in grandma's room
still holds traces of the oily longing I left behind
drawn on the window so long ago
as I waited for the mother who never returned.