Cold Window

Water pours
down the unsuspecting windows.
The inside dry,
yet cold to the touch.

Cold compress
used for your satisfaction
against your
bright red forehead.

Cold window
by a whistling heater.
Warm just isn't
the world for you.

Water pours
onto the window sill.
Left wide open
as you become soaked.

It is not the rain
that makes your soft cheeks glisten.
When they come home,
you are gone.