Window Pane Door

The withering window 
loses its edges long
before its glass.

The glass becomes 
greener as the sill
spills its crust,

its glandular
former body.

Hope fogs up,
curling inside 
this intimate room,

loosening the losses
that brought us here
from a maybe time
when minds ran clear.

Looking out, the first
person traces the remaining
panes, glasses foggy gloss.