by Levitating_Bed
Lovely. To me it speaks about loss and growing older. There is both a sense of maturing and blindness that I suppose comes with age...
Love the different perspectives, e.g. we each as windows and shutter because of who we choose. I could even imagine spelling windows and shutters with capitals but that's just btw (and because I read Emily Dickinson)
Thanks!
Of all your poems I love, I love this one the best. I can't tell you how much this resonates, or how much I needed these words right now. Fuck, this is good.