the twenty eighth of december

The red flower was dying. The girl and I, we didn't water it much -- not enough.
I opened the blinds wide today. It was a day like that -- it needed extra light. Jasmine scent, red lips, and weary eyes... I read the book that opened my heart. I missed my friend, too. I wanted to talk, face to face, but knew deeply I couldn't do that. So deeply I knew it.
I could've turned on all the lights in this old city today, and I could've pretended the sun was shining.
The clouds were so grey and so heavy, the sun just couldn't.
And there were too many lights to turn on.

xx