“Unripened”

072015

“The skies are gray,
The windows half-opened,
The blue curtains curled up.
And I am very awake.
Aware to what I see,
And how it describes
The (un)finished story
Of you and me.
Like a period,
One
After
Another.
The cloud drifts,
The wind blows,
The curtains fly,
And I lay here,
Forever reminded
That you,
(W)ere the wind.”

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