January 4, 2014

 

 

Two lonely, only children,

each in their bedrooms, unable to sleep.

Both standing at their windows,

opposite each other, a vigil to keep.

 

Each night around eight thirty,

these two young faces appeared,

taking comfort in each other,

from a world of isolation they feared.

 

First one would give a gentle wave,

from his side of the back street,

followed by a wave from her,

standing on oilcloth in her bare feet.

 

Their expressions not distinguishable,

only outlined silhouette shapes,

could be recognised by moonlight,

from inside their hanging drapes.

 

This became a nightly ritual,

each shivering in dressing gowns,

until, when comforted by visual contact,

they retreated under their eiderdowns.

 

 

 

 

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