By the window

  I was standing 
by the window
 in the house 
that I called home
  
 Looking out 
upon my past
 embellished 
on my own
  
 My memory 
spoke clarity – 
 preponderance 
of good
  
 Afresh – anew – 
the wind blew in
 experience 
of should
  
 I should – should not
 oh, time forgot 
 the thunderclap – 
away
  
 I should – should not
 oh, time forgave 
 misfortune 
from that day
  
 A week – a month – 
a year – a life
 considered 
unremarkable – 
a jot 
  
 In scheme of things – 
 what life can bring
 the day that 
time forgot
  
 That day I’d come 
to cherish
 and to worship 
what had past
  
 Oh, life, my dear, 
 my fondest love
 life travels 
far too fast
  
 I couldn’t speak 
to what I’d lost
 for in search 
of today
  
 Was the window 
 in the house 
called home – 
 where memory 
would stay