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.