the streetlamp
is the only illumination in the night.
Just a shadow
and it's cold
and I shiver
as the leaf crunches underfoot
which really
shouldn't be there at all.
I jerk head around
but there is no one
just the stillness
and the faint flicker of wind
and streetlamp
and shadow
and I see the window.
two steps ahead and I
am there
knocking ever so quiet
pressing face to the
cold windowpane
eyes meeting the sight of
a bleary-eyed boy
yes, my dear brother
suited up in flannels
Happy Birthday
I whisper through the glass
