I am in a box
Trapped between Windows
Through the sunlight, I see my reflection
Beautiful
In the dark
I can’t identify myself
Sometimes
I confuse my closed eyes with darkeness
I see her
Desperate
To see her image imagined in her mind
Hoping the sunlight will bring it to life
But waiting for sunlight after reaching darkness is like waiting for a rose to regrow in the winter
Unheard of
Naked. 