Every day I look at the same window twice.
First during the daytime
Where it adorns a gulmohar tree 
Framed right in between. 
A petal or two falls on the pane.
And I can’t help but feel
It wanting to be my friend.
We see each other every day now
It has been oh so long
I don’t even remember how. 
I tell him all my secrets that I hold tight
But even talking for hours doesn’t suffice. 

For As the night slithers in
My friend turns against me. 
Haunted becomes the scene of a 
Monet's painting I admired.
Petals turn into gazes. I can’t see
I try to stare back at them. 
in an attempt to scare them off, 
but end up flinching from their beady little eyes
that I can’t even look upon. 

I wait for the daytime again, 
so I can tell him what he did
But he never listens and probably never will.

I look at the same window twice. 
Once in the morning
Once at night.