Literature
The Moment Alone
I followed you to your bedroom,
where the cold air welcomed me as I stood by the door,
the windows wide open to show me your desires afar,
the ruffles in your dress danced with every gust,
and the birds nervously inched closer to the ledge,
As you stood there staring with a face of abandonment
I watched as my reflection got lost in your mirror,
with all the photographs you had pinned along the edges,
I almost belonged to the colour of the cool grays and white tinges,
but quickly found myself getting lost in the little yellow flowers on your curtains,
And recalling the warm summer days we spent lying in the grass
Playing with you