Octagon Window

Chance on the one

the two blows in the breeze

staring through the

first window.

 

Foggy night

foggy window

fogged up the night

we met.

 

I can’t look anymore.

 

I left the city for your dessert.

Deserted the same night

our flight took off

on this dream.

 

Goodnight, i’ll dream

for a new window.