Warmth flickers and echoes in this space that was once yours.
The walls hum, desiring for your light footfalls to occupy its space once again.
A window, perched by a tree, trembles at the hope that you may return to once again let it fall into an abyss of grey, a place better than where it is now.
The wind longs for your melodious grace, but you became Ariel too late.

Gathering speed, you make a leap of faith and leave this dreary greeting card.
The pages stick as I turn the photo album of our youth, the trees howling that they have not reached their time yet.
Catapults ring the air and I am forced back into my corner where my emotions betray the Queen and her moat.
Only the King of Hearts has been deceived, and he too yearns for those he lost.

Shimmering blades enter the scene once again to provide a reflection dans l'eau.
Koi are curious but no painted face will restore the whites of my eyes.
Feather lights fall and thunder claps ring the air, but the flurries continue to fall and I shiver from the beauty of it all.
I wish I could take this paint brush of Nakir and colour you between the lines.