in the window

i thought i saw

in the window

my lost love.

my doctor told me

it was grief.

i thought i saw

in the window

my old enemy.

my doctor told me

it was bitterness.

i thought i saw

in the window

a glimpse of the Grim.

my doctor told me

it was fear.

yet the last thing i saw

was the worst thing of all:

i thought i saw

in the window

myself.

my love, gone.

my enemy, gone.

even death,

the uncomfortable comfort,

gone.

i was alone.

and as i watched myself i saw

my skin begin to ripple,

my eyes began to bulge

my hair began to fall.

i was aging before my eyes

each second a decade of time.

with the last of my strength

i clawed for the door

took the bus into town

and knocked on death's door.

and my doctor told me

with a youthful smile,

that he appreciated

my donation.