Could it be…


Sun streams in through the window, pale yet cheery

the glass feels warms to the touch, and so does the face when it leans against it

outside a melange of construction, machinery, dust and grey swirl to come and embrace the opaque heat,

a faraway figure squints at you from a distance,

are you the one its looking for?

The metro swishes by, and a string of lights and faces, is the only legacy it leaves behind

the cars on the road are never ending obstacles to your destination,

that one point of solace that feels forever out of reach

the ring of the doorbell makes you skip a heartbeat,

could it be…

a gust of wind throws a blanket of chill over you,

you shudder,

no. it can never be.

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