thoughts of a lonely French girl on a winter's day

Written by: Maya Kaabour

Sweet violins play-
My heart rests at bay and
The trees outside my Window change colors-
As December, like a Hopeless Lover
Runs after May.

And Mother always told me to
Keep my Doors open but the
Pests kept inviting
Themselves in
And Possibility always rang my Doorbell
And then ran away.

Always a single cup of coffee and not two
at the café.
And the ashes of these cigarettes
Left the figure of a heart who’s flames
Took its life away.

No one to share these poems and
Stories with but this Berry Parfait.

The Wind Chime jingles
The Wine Glasses click
And my neighbors’ drunken laughter
Fills the Hallways
While sweet violins play-
My heart rests at bay and
The trees outside my window change colors-
As December, like a Hopeless Lover
runs after May.