Thoughts of a Lonely French Girl On a Winter's Day

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.