Secret Window Poem by Kewayne Wadley

There in the last room in the house
Three blocks away from the last street on the right
He'd sit in the window and watch.
fingers bent the blinds in silence
secretive the way he watched
Methodical, the plans he made in his mind
His daily meetings of praise
Light cast through his secret window upstairs
Filling the gaps of shadows around him across the hall from the bathroom.
The feelings washed away with each turn of the faucet
Soon to return, small particles of dust reflecting in the sun
Moving about in the air in front of the window upstairs.
From there he showed his devotion
A gentle thought to ease his fears
Keeping it hid in a glass frame surrounded by wood siding
A fear of his dream crash landing to the ground
Bursting into flames if things went astray
A thought of the paper planes he'd make in class
Prayers kept afloat in the whisper of the wind
Hoping she'd hear each and every one of them
Unknowingly watched from a far.
He worshiped her, Wishing he could be the very wind that caressed her face
Baptized in the thought of her laugh
He feared rejection more than anything else
If only a bit of courage
To muster the words hello, an introduction of fate
Knowing her hand belonged in his.
A dream of adolescence
She was all he wanted to know
Her eyes shone the brightest from the other side of the street
The adolescent thought arose
Running away with the fantasy he dreamt watching her play in the yard
Across the concrete stream that separated them
Suddenly a loud sound could be heard
A pain crept up his chest one he couldn't describe
His eyes began to water backing away from the window
Watching her fall to the ground play wrestling with the boy next door