The Window That Cried

The Window That Cried

Rain tapped like tiny bones,

Across the broken glass I stared,

Inside the room, voices lingered,

I did not know if they called me.

Shadows stretched with grace,

A door opened without hands,

I felt the gaze of something lost,

It waited where I feared to go.

I leaned closer,

The glass shivered under breath,

It drew me in,

And spat me out.

The street whispered my name,

The houses held their secrets,

I shivered and turned away,

The night laughed behind my back.

A cold wind carried old echoes,

I felt unseen hands brush mine,

The rain soaked my thoughts,

And left me numb with questions.

I fled past empty doors,

The windows blinked as I passed,

Something watched without eyes,

And I could not look back.