Window.

I can see you through my window. I could see you through my window from the first time.

A window in time.

Entering so gracefully through the opening between the glaze. Like the smell of petrichor in a cloudy day. Like a saving flash of a sunset-like light. So powerful, and changing.

So tender, so warm.

Ever since then, you've become that exceptional and important piece of the day that keeps a once decaying soul moving through a world full of wandering but, most of the times, lost humans.

Yet so tender, yet so lost.

Your eyes, light blue, like the sky of the sunniest days of summer. Your freckles, like orange fallen leaves in autumn. Your skin, warm, like tea in a cold winter evening. Your hair, soft like the fresh air on spring. Your love, the coffee that keeps me awake.

So tender, so warm.

When you left, clouds held on the skies. Dropplets on my cheeks, like rivers trying to get to reason. Even so, they cleaned my window.

The window I could see you from, since the beginning.

Being you.

Exceptionally wonderful. Inexplicably beautiful.

And so, from time to time, the clouds come back. They clean my window for me. So I can see from my window clearer.

Towards you.

So please, keep loving me.

Love me tender, warmly so.

-horus;