The sun slinked into the room through
The spaces in the blinds,
Exposing the dust particles floating
In the afternoon air.
She pulled the curtains closed and sat
With her back to the window.
Her eyes wouldnt meet mine,
To focused on the lines in her palms.
When I asked why she despised the sun,
She grimaced and whispered
The sun was all you left her when
You walked away.