Going Home

Behind the window pane I saw your smile.

Steam from a warm kitchen  began to form

droplets and a fog.

A table set for four was spaced

holding blue and white plates with silver spoons,

forks and knives.

 

The moonlight backdrop showed off

the vision.

From the cold snowy night I saw

everything that you had to offer.

I shivered

and left.

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