The Girl In The Window

The girl in the window. She was always there. Starting, watching. Sometimes I watched her back, confused at why she was there.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always there until she wasn’t.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always there until she wasn’t. Until she was here. Here in my house.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always there until she wasn’t. Until she was standing in front of me, a smile on her face and her hand behind her back.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always there until she wasn’t. Until she was gone and taking me with her.