May 30, 2020
Kiss me through the window screen.
The one that was once torn.
The one I used to tear up even more,
Because it was you that I adored.
The one I made even worse by sneaking out at night.
The one my high heels used to get stuck in because I wanted to look “all right”.
But you stopped seeing me for a good while.
So I fixed that old window screen of mine.
Hoping that one day, I’d be less tempted in the night.
Less tempted to sneak out and find you once more.
No one liked you, so I couldn’t go out the front door.
If I dared to walk right out, they would ask me about my whereabouts.
And I didn’t have the heart to tell them.
To tell them that it’s you I’m out to see.
It would make since if you were a person.
But once again, I’m talking about that sweet heron.