by the window.

One afternoon, I saw sadness sitting by the window staring into space, calm and expressionless as if contemplating happiness. She looked o so lovely there, by her lonesome that I wanted to go near and hold her hand but I think it wouldn't be proper. It wouldn't look good at all. So I sat down just a few meters away and watched her, painted by the afternoon, her gaze still unwavering. I could see traces in the immediate air from the longing in her breath and and the way she stared outside, it seemed she gave off the dreaminess of a subdued pain. She grew lovelier by the minute, and every second of this melting mid-afternoon, or perhaps hours, it must have been hours, I can't be sure. So I continued to lose sense of time as I gazed at her, unmoving in that sedated yellow light coming in from the window; my mind unravelling alongside.

Wished I had a camera.

And almost forgot the one in my head so I took pictures and stored them in my mind for some future time; a slideshow just for times like this certain mid-afternoon - when I'm like her and I'm missing you.