Poem: Dark Windows

Spring smells mark the arrival
Of warmer weather here
Evaporating fresh rain from sidewalks
As I’m walking by your house
To see all the lights are turned out
For the first time in years
There was always a light burning
Somewhere behind open windows
Or closed tight curtains

My thoughts turn  to other times
When the windows were all aglow
Laughter coming from the windows
From bad jokes and good fun
Those times are gone now
The lights gone out as you left
Departed for destinations unknown

Try as I might hold on 
You’re not coming back
Leaving only memories
To fill those dark windows
I turn up my jacket to the cold
Of a spring that won’t be coming
With the warmth I need

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