I woke up to find myself wearing the cloak of unscented flowers
I take it off and the cloak disappears
closed eyes wishing for more of you
I open my eyes to find you wearing the cloak
I walk into your room and smell that place they call home
I walk out, and try to walk in again but the door is closed
No confusion yet
as your hands share their talks with mine
as your eyes share your thoughts with mine
I whisper, smiling: The room is on fire
and you wear your cloak, and walk out.
everything disappears