068. Staring Back At Me

This floor I sit upon,

it feels so warm, so homely

as if I was meant to be here

for a thousand years,

or several more...

as I erode away,

but I do not care,

nor am I afraid... 

but I’ll just sit here

and just stare...

at you,

whoever you are,

staring back at me,

as if you hadn’t noticed

that I can see...

your smile,

your eyes,

your truths, 

and your lies,

but I do...

I always have,

and always will,

as you sit there,

upon that windowsill,

and stare right back

at me...