Washing Windows

he left us seven years ago, leaving behind
old storm windows covered with grime,
cold and rain leaked in the sides,
there was no protection from the elements.
I bought new windows for myself five years ago,
sunshine streamed in, blue skies,
people strolling by my garden,
walking dogs, talking, enjoying life.
I studied the world alone.
New grime on the windows slowly
built up, like the reluctance to move on,
to let light into my life, too timid to
go outside and enjoy the sun.
Finally, after four years of new love,
I trust the sun streaming through the windows,
the blue sky beckoning me out to play
my windows will be cleaned tomorrow
so we can sit and watch the people
strolling past, walking dogs and enjoying life.