Thursday, March 5, 2009

UNEXPECTED


You
Knocked on my window frame
Even though there was no glass filling it
As if you couldn't enter
As if the frame was window as such

You knocked and didn't do much more
As if a touch was enough
As if a touch could happen to be too much
And annihilate the pride

You knocked on my window frame
To utter my name
And be gone again
Without even looking inside...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fleurie...

next time make sure you close the window before the night will come... for your own safety...:)

Fleurie said...

Dear Nina... Oh I would... But sleeping with open window is my favourite habbit I guess. Actually living, living with open window I should say... ;)