She reached out
"Hi, I'm Belle."
She talked first.
She wanted it.

I tried. We talked. We laughed.
We smiled and gasped for air.

"You have a beautiful smile," she whispered.

She has a beautiful everything.

One day.
That's all it took.

One day. One day gone.
Left on read.
Never seen.
"Hello?"
"Are you there?"
"..."

Now I'm here and they're gone.
Inhabitants on my island for a couple days.
Stopped by.
Said hello.
Promised.
Then left.

"Hey, have you seen her?"
"No."
"...Oh. Ok."

Tomorrow,
Next week,
Next month,
Next year

They're all the same.

"I'll lose weight tomorrow."
"I'll study tomorrow."
"I'll finish tomorrow."

But tomorrow never comes.

Once carved to a window,

With finger, and breath of intimacy,

Comes alive, on a frosty day