The Window

The darkness of that room,

when the lights shut off,

and I feel all alone.

I look out the window,

nothing is there but

the silhouettes of trees.


Another bolt of lightning,

I can see for but a moment,

then sight leaves me once more.

We can’t see even each other’s hands,

and I can only feel my brother’s warmth,

as we snuggle up against each other in fear.