My Window and I

There wasn’t much outside,
but a pure glow
I swear I saw her
beneath the curb cement,
just my window and I
with the blinds bent,
it was around the same time
that I went
Curtains always waiting
innocently undone,
and I look to the bed laid
without movement
As I made my shameless pace
back and forth,
only the moon
could keep the wonder alive,
because it’s the last dotted light
I remember
in her beautiful misplaced darkness

We made no ceiling, to be visible
from any whistle in the failing sky
When we vanished,
I would stay,
and every time I say,
“If you ever come again,
you will be these dusty strings
holding my dreamcatcher,
remaining up so high”


© 2014 by Mario Gabriel Adame from the book After You, In Love Arrest