Window

There are two wooden chairs

One on each side of the table

That is set beside the window

Which overlooks the forest

Of dreams and aspirations

That had been woven

Together

As we sat and sipped our tea

Our impressions are still there

Little prints of fingers

Not very apart

The stain of the spilt tea

That greased my dress

Exists as a reminder

Of the days that have gone by

Days that won’t return, ever

Of conversations that breezed out

Of the framed orifice in the wall

I now see you living

In that forest of dreams

Happier than you were

On other side of the table

I still sit here

Staining the table

Hoping you will return

But you have met more people

Beyond our framed wall

You might not have erased me

I might flicker in your mind

When you hold that hot glass

And wince before burning your tongue

I remain sipping the tea

With memories to hold on to

Which I won’t let go of

Ever

It keeps me alive.   

Inspired by a photo taken by a friend.