Through the Glass

Photo by Hannah Tims on Unsplash

It came here yesterday
I didn’t get to ask,
Why it seems so permanent
But it never lasts.

It sat across the room from me
It didn’t have to speak,
Tempting me with promises
It doesn’t want to keep.

Or maybe it is nothing
Just my imagination,
The shape of all that I don’t know
Sustained by desperation.

I closed my eyes to clarify
What was really there,
Even through my bloody lids
I saw it everywhere.

I think it’s in the garden
It sees me through the glass
Before I lose the breath I hold
I hope it comes to pass.