Painted walls, guide my rough fingertips
Cracked movements trip my aloof mind,
A cool autumn breeze runs up my spine,
Prickling my skin into reality.
I stop, frozen by my thoughts
Memories flooding into my palace
Tears are spilling, uncontrallaby
And Pain flood.
A stray hand rubs itself gently against my back
Ptoviding me with ease and comfort
My sleeves immediately fly to my tears
Wiping them away,
I ponder the moment for a second
"Ready to leave,"
A voice calls out distantly
My heart jumps at the sound
The flutter of wind chimes reside in my ears
There are still memories between these walls
Alive, encrusted with hope.
The person ventures idly
Straying between my heart, and his.
I call out
Hopeful, and understanding
What words run through his idle mind?
Is it the same, as mine?
His face scrunches up,
and his tongue sticks out of his mouth.
It's breathless, and I want to touch him.
Panic strikes my collegiate mind
Fearful that I'll break his wonderous concentration
Maybe one day when the clock stops churning.
Our magic will strike the air.
Until then mon amour,