Window

It s almost true: You don t expect to follow, watching
 what you do. I talked my way, half the night in
 overdrive, with nowhere else to stay: afternoons spent
 inside crashing on the shadows in the room, wrapped in
 your reigns. Gone along, you won t forget who s standing
 out of frame.
 Kick and run:
 It doesn t fall far from the road and someone s going to
 Shake it out:
 Remember what you d wanted from the embers floating down.
 Aren t you cold?
 Standing by my window (curtained up and closed)
 yesterday. I let the door fly open, broken just the same.
 It s all so new, though I ve known you from somewhere I
 was only falling through. Save your time, coming out with
 what you ve found on the other side.