It’s a nice day outside.
the Sun finally decided to show up after weeks of incessant rain.
I decide to drag myself out of bed and
to the park near by, with a book where
I can sit down and read as long as it gets dark.
I go over to my dresser, to make my hair look
a little presentable and whatever zeal I had in me,
to go out and enjoy fresh air, crumbled and powdered
and was blown away because
the memory of you still haunts me
and the edges of my mirror.