In my old apartment
I used to have
Red Curtains.

With widows open
They would mystically dance to my
Brighter thoughts of the afternoon

Like a woman dancing
A woman drifting
A woman breathing
They desired to be watched.

A memory they create for me.
A dream of a time we woke up to a seemingly red sun
Coming through.

Stretching
Smiling
Singing

We knew if would be a beautiful day.

Please Stay.