I watch a love blossom from behind this pane.
I see the two figures meet for the first time.
It's only through a couple of typed conversations,
leading the girl to fall in love with his words.
Through my standing point I see her phone number across the screen,
wondering what she got herself into.
He replies,
and everyday it's the same.
She let the people she loves,
the other figures that walk around this house,
fall from her life.
They desperately try to be apart of her life,
so she locks her room door.
They knock,
ceaselessly trying to touch her heart.
She holds her hand over her ears,
texting with the other.
Barely making out the texts from my window view I see things no girl would want to hear nor say.
He hurts her emotionally and threatens her physically,
and she just wishes to disappear.
Finally light enters her room as I lift an arm to readjust myself to it.
She let's them in,
telling them to block him from her life.
Her sister sighs,
her worries quenched,
her bent over mom hugs her to try to fill her with warmth and love.
...
A couple of years pass and still I watch,
not much happening,
but the girl now falls away from her friends and family once more.
She has a new texting friend,
One her mother and sister adore,
rather she's hiding from shadows and shaking in her shoes.
Her sister worries,
but goes untold,
as the girl whispers to her mothers ear, "Do you see them too?"
Time goes on and her sister worries more.
Drawings are scribbled of creatures that would only exist in nightmares,
But they exist for the girl.
Years ago she could see them.
Her family believing it only a brilliant imagination.
But, no.
That's not so.
Her new love worries countess times until he pleads with her to tell her family.
I watch through my glass boundary,
a spectator who has been shown quite a tragedy,
The sister leaves,
off on a school trip,
than the girl is missing for a time,
The sister and mother leave the house once a week,
they're gone for a couple of days at a time.
two weeks pass and finally the girl returns home.
I try to listen through this screen,
hearing "psychiatry Hospital"
At night the girl takes prescribed pills,
they scare away her visions.
She goes to school - but comes back early
shaking and tired,
but at night,
not a single dream will come as she stares at the wall.
She does not smile,
and will not speak to friends she used to enjoy the company of.
But I have little I can do to become a performer in this play.
I am merely a spectator, a friendly everyday window watcher.
Or am I?

Sincerely
                      The sister