Naked

Mundane

I wanted to write you a love letter, take some walks, and send it to your mailbox. But I should stop yearning for a love that was never defined. In that sublime dress, I could have asked you for a dance or a drink, but the wine in your hand was likely filled with poison. Skin to skin, the way you grabbed my head and kissed my lips made me almost believe that what I saw in your eyes was love. Darling, in my worn red costume, I'll be waiting next door, but you probably won't show up because I'm no different from all the flowers you've smelled. Red light walking in, daydreaming, and this night, everything was mundane.