It will be a day
Not long from now
Where I will miss
The toasty sun
Letting itself in
Through this familiar window.
A day
In which
I’m sitting on a different
Toilet seat
Perhaps
Not as close to the window
In an unlikely bathroom
Gazing out the window
At an unfamiliar landscape
While the light from
A strange new sun
Knocks on the panes of glass
Wondering
If
I’ll let it in.
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