Editor's Note: Congratulations to Safire Syrup for winning this month's competition!
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Every open window that we remember to leave ajar
In every single pre-cognitive dream
Or every piece of hopeless poetry
Was always meant to be;
It doesn’t matter
Where the inhabitants of its room go.
Or how the curtain lies in its own dust;
In its death.
And how the chair beside it sits regally, untouched
And how the mirrors lost their livelihoods
And how the hallways lost their charm
for now.
One window, half a door
to something more;
a beautiful hope held within.
Every little open window
Of every abandoned room
Will stay there
Dangerously true;
exaltedly remembered,
No storm in the world
dares slam them shut
forever.
Instead, they look down from up above
Every day they keep to a trust
Every day a courteous breeze
Reminds a small world
of what it never got to be
And what it must live to become
And for now, it is left open in soft,
in deep anticipation.