the lead window
that falls
poisons the light
behind it
shatters long-held
expectations
of a future filled
with days
that swing back and forth
lightly with the wind
and easy conversations
about the day
the weather
the couple next door
that gives us the creeps
the new face of life
swallows its person
a captive of circumstance
once completely devoured
an awakening rivets
the crumbled remains
of what was
and becomes
what now is
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