Bay Window

By Tia Cormier

I curl up next to you, 

And watch the rain stream down your glass.

I’ll trace the droplet with my pointer finger 

All the way till the end.

Then i’ll find a new one

I wish you’d trace the droplet that sits on my cheek 

And maybe then you could comfort me,

The way that I do to you when there’s a storm

And maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone in this apartment

My anxieties pick at your beauty

As I chip away the paint that covers your beautiful frame,

And I wanna say I’m sorry

But my throats so tight nothing can come out

So ill fold myself up on your bench that’s so welcoming 

And the three windows that swarm me ease the pain. 

And i’ll look out at the broken city, 

Where she rushes to her job with a coffee in his hand

And he takes the yellow cab to the office. 

And the rain comes down on the darkest of my days,

Waiting for me to trace its way down the glass 

And i’ll keep tracing your rain, 

Until someone dampens the sky