The Mirage

Sunlight trapped in glitter beads
falling against my window
watching me walk away
begging me to return
into the silver curtain
to never look back
consoled by an empty stream
with a drowning warmth
of possibility, and desire
an unexpected comfort
a mystery in my eyes
for there is no rainstorm
heavy enough to wash away
the words I have written

Published: Modern Ink & Medium

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