We made our place on the top of a hill in an indigo house
where laughter painted the walls and passion kept us warm.
Away from the world we were safe,
happy,
carefree.
But reality set in quicker than we hoped for and we knew it couldn't last forever, even though we wanted it to.
It wasn't long before you left, and this place I once called home felt unfamiliar.
Empty and cold.
I still watch you from the windows and at times I can feel my heart race as I imagine you walking up to the door.
But it is just me now, alone, on the top of a hill in an indigo house.