My Secret Window

Like the darkness itself,
We sneak into my house late at night,
Unseen and unheard.
We stay up late watching shows about
Hipster lifestyles and faceless monsters,
Though you and I both know
We’ve seen stranger things.
When the shows are over
And it’s time to sleep,
We restlessly talk about
Nearly everything.
What’re the worst things they’ve happened to us,
And what are the greatest?
When exhaustion gets the best of us,
Morning comes too quickly.
Then, like some small creatures
Calling out for adventure,
We leave through my secret window
Where the stories are ours to keep


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