The wind hummed as
It blew past my windows
And warm air entered
To fill the nearly empty room
Housing a bed barely used

No other light shined
But that of the rising sun
Entering through the crack
Between the curtains
Leading to the table I sat on
Staring at the empty screen 

A piece of the sun
Landed on the ends of my hair
Pangs of hurt carefully trace
Scars on my woken temples

Time wore its best dress
To trample upon my dreams
I think I saw your shadow
Wave past Wednesday’s mirage
It led to a melody that broke me
Only to fix your dusty cracks

(collab by:
remusaloy and
artreture)