Window Pain by Madeleine Lebovic

i kiss the frosted window pane

softly

dare the ice flakes to melt on my lips

instead of sticking

there is a hollow hope of someday

on my breath

not of togetherness

but wholeness

that every frozen piece of time might warm

to the gentleness

of touch.

i close my eyes and step away

my lips stretch

until i am standing with

frosted window pain

crying

softly

as the window fogs once more.

Madeleine Lebovic is a writer whose work mixes storytelling with elements of magical realism and surrealism to explore love, language, religion, trauma, and time. When she’s not creating, you can find her dancing, teaching, being an EMT, or driving a Zamboni, sometimes all at the same time. She also likes marshmallows.