They are supposed to allow the breeze in,
And cool our chests.
They are supposed to allow the fresh air,
And drive away last night’s bad odor.
They are supposed to allow the wind blow away the curtains,
And let the sunshine peep through.
Are but just an opening,
The opportunist comes in through them.
Are but just a space,
For the lonely to stand by, watching the not so lonely.
Are but just a goddamn opportunity,
For the disheartened to jump their life away.
Are but just God given,
For the evil to look down upon their blind subjects.
An open window…
Has made me cry
Has made me lonely
Has made me distraught
Has made me desperate for want
Has made me hate myself
Has made me vulnerable
Has made me pity
Just one open window.
And this open window…
You are the one who opened it
You are the one who kept it open
You are the one who made it never to close
You are the one who left it open
And definitely you are the open window.
The very moment you decided to leave
The very moment you left.