In the Twilight Zone

When I was a child, I heard you: twilight sounds.
Muffled noises from the downstairs room.
I was safe, warm, in my bed.
The wind outside, bounced off the windows.
But you were there.

That night, your door ajar,
I saw you from the stairs.
Twilight view in the TV glow.
I’d crept down-to-watch.
Did you know?

That summer afternoon.
I knocked upon your door,
I saw your shape, moving
softened through the patterned glass.
One last time this life.

Twilight view -

in the twilight zone.