On a hazy day,
She sits behind the foggy window,
with hopes that the rain would come,
Waiting for a confirmation that the storm will be gone.

On a sunny day,
Under the hot circle of yellow,
She basks in its warming heat,
Praying that a cold heart would feel warmth
again.

On a cold day
She lets lose, bathing in the familiar feeling
The one she had grown to know
Embracing the numbness it gives and what it takes away

On a day she hopes to forget,
That lonely feeling creeps in,...