Panels

I shutter my life
With vented panels
To allow a little light
But no exterior vision.

Some light is necessary.

It tells the approximate
Time of day
And where I placed
Those damned cufflinks
I never wear.

But I need no vision

Beyond my room
Else I may see her
Strolling the street
And I explode from my door
Chasing her
Begging her
Come back to me
Or I die.