Fool’s Other

[rowens]

A blue window opened;
it was the bluest window
that had opened
since the last time something like that happened.

The man with the little girl
couldn’t look at it.
He couldn’t imagine what it was like
to be a girl and to see this with him.

He turned to the side,
that side only;
after turning, he finally saw
she was gone,

the girl was gone.
Now he had to look for her;
because you all know he couldn’t say anything.

Her eyes were big brown ones,
the kind sandstorms are born out of.
The kind of eyes criminals laugh at in public
many years before they die.

Throughout the town, things were known
about the people that walked its streets,
that rode and drove on the street.
Not everyone could see what he did in her.

She made him like houseflies
and to use the sink;
he found shows to watch on tv because of her,
and sometimes she’d watch them.

She went away because that’s what she did
in dreams. Though
she didn’t know it was possible,
she wanted to be a woman in his dreams.

But she was just a little girl,
she could only figure he’d find someone before
she had her chance.
To him, she was everything,

he just didn’t know it;
only that he had to protect her
because they had been lost at the same time
in the same city.

Because of her, he couldn’t look at the blue window;
even though he did last time.

[Todd]

rowens: I don't know what it is specifically about the recent stuff you've been posting, but I've really connected with it. I love this one. Mostly because of its pacing and quirky turns.

[rowens]

The seasons and the transitions between seasons affect the way I experience things, and the way I write. Like I've said before somewhere, I'm a very primitive person in that sense.

[saeity]

Yep rowens, enjoyed this immensely, though there's a few things i wasn't sure about one being S1 L4 seems like it's missing something maybe-
was a long time since something like that had happened.

thanks for the read

saeity.