ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ☆★☆

ㅤㅤㅤI don’t know why I looked up, but when I did
ㅤㅤㅤI saw him there. He stood against my
ㅤㅤㅤwindow
ㅤㅤㅤHis forehead rested against the glass, and
ㅤㅤㅤhis
ㅤㅤㅤeyes were still and light and he smiled a
ㅤㅤㅤlipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just
ㅤㅤㅤstood
ㅤㅤㅤthere in the window. My wife was upstairs
ㅤㅤㅤsleeping, my son was in his crib and I
ㅤㅤㅤcouldn’t
ㅤㅤㅤmove I froze and watched him looking past
ㅤㅤㅤme through the glass.

ㅤㅤㅤOh, please no. His smile never moved but he
ㅤㅤㅤput a hand up and slid it down the glass,
ㅤㅤㅤwatching me. With matted hair and yellow
ㅤㅤㅤskin and face through the window.

ㅤㅤㅤI couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there,
ㅤㅤㅤfrozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning,
ㅤㅤㅤlooking into my home. He stood against my
ㅤㅤㅤwindow.