The warmed traces of winter lined her lips
as she stood facing the window
letting the rays drench her thoughts.
Her thoughts travelled
no where in particular
She adjusted her shawl
to feel that peculiar warmth.
She was the patient one
let time take its course
she lit her cigarette
took in the nicotine.
She knotted her hair
and flung it to her side.
She kept her dark desires
on the tip of her nose.
She finished her black coffee
all the way to the last drop
She smiled and wiped her tears.
And she proceeded to her bedroom.
bare feet.
