I sit alone

I sit alone at my
Windowsill
Trees crackle,
Sunrise blares and
Children laugh like death
Their sharp happiness is a
Knife to me
One jealous snake on a
Windowsill
They will be here, trees and sun
And children with canes and pretty skin
When am but a memory
I laugh at the trees of time
I sit alone and try to love them
I sit alone a snake
I sit alone and try to love them
I sit alone and laugh…