The man in the window is starting to bleed
His hands pressed against,
Not fighting with,
Not comforting,
But to me simply at the window bleeding,
Yet his eyes speak,
The placidity in them lets me fall towards the window,
I press my hands against his,
The glass so thick,
The blood so dry,
He had been standing for days,
As i cried the first tear that fell from hid eye,
Our greeting,
Our separation,
A joined agreement,
Set in stone,
Like the waves that created it,
Like the waves that erode it,
A single tear cut through the blood,
"Let him die"
"Let him suffer"
"Let him feel"
His tear i cry,
Why doesn't it dry,
Why doesn't it leave,
For he was always here,
But was i ever so near,
To be so far removed,
To be granite,
Placed on a cliff,
Falling towards him,
Kissing a window,
My reflection,
Stained in his tears.