A Flaked Frame

A flaked, muddy window
a view of aerial wired rooftops
that I cannot afford
to frame anymore.

Sheet lightning phrases the sky
and thunder applauses
spotlighting me back
to an age of smiles.

Outside in the hall
I evaluate the stairs
to sit half way with you again
wishing for the stars

Are you as selfish now?

Do you still swap sunshine for rain?