The sobbing outside the window, you ran to it,
jumped out of bed in the middle of the night
and scowled at the stars.
Suffering attracts you, disaster a magnet,
you constantly scan the atmosphere
for fate's pulling of the carpet, for what's coming
next to rob your sparsely furnished storehouse
of peace and precious things.
And meanwhile, love, I am waiting for you to
notice me. I rise every morning, turning
toward you with a whole bright heart. As you stand
at the window, searching the dark for the source
of the pain you are bracing to take, I wait
for you, tears streaming down my face. The voice
that you need to hear is calling from your own dark window.
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Amy-Sarah Marshall, who graduated with an MFA in Poetry from George Mason University, has published poems in the Wisconsin Review, The Dewdrop, So to Speak, and other journals. She has worked as a web writer and editor, content strategist, safe-space trainer, and founding president of the Charlottesville Pride Community Network, an LGBTQ+ community nonprofit. A Los Angeles native, Amy-Sarah grew up in a religious theater cult and now lives in Charlottesville, Virginia with her wife, 2 children, 2 dogs, and 2 cats.
