B&W Challange: Indoors (A l'intérieur)

The Perfect Mid-day Weather

Windy,
sun's up and not too hot,
I smell your freshly-washed clothes
as I lay on my back,
slowly shifting from side to side,
gazing into my empty wall with a smile,
looking outside the window with a sigh.

Days pass by so slow,
like time is crawling on the sea shore.
Low waves
touch and wash away
the sands between its feet,
standing still,
looking beyond…

I glued my thoughts to my pillow
as I unbury myself from misery.
I kneel on my bed
to look down my window.
A bear road opens up to me,
the quiet breeze;
the wind wrapping my cheeks
and as I close my eyes,
empty whispers
blowing my hair afloat,
I hold lightly
to the cold windowsill.

Consuming my thoughts,
I let the faint heat
unmelt the memories,
as I lay here,
just here,
wanting the moment;
absorbing it.

1930's blues on my radio.
Such a perfect lazy day for a Holiday.
But such a day
would have been real perfect
if only spent with you *.*

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note: This is for (updated now with a poem)