My window
Has seen a lot of quiet tears
Attended a lot of quiet prayers
Washing rain brought it all home
Dabbed my eyes until signs gone
My window, my window when it’s frigid
Holds back memories
Before lines and wrinkles just dimples
Just probabilities
Some sturdy some rotted
The gentle kiss a breeze gives
To a worried face’s fears
And the fresh smell of rain reset various interior counters
Emotion Dough 