wrapped up tight in my cozy blanket
sipping on the aroma of my favorite coffee
peeping out of the window soaked in tiny water droplets
i wondered what it would be like..
to be the glass..to be the window pane
braving the rain
what would it be like to to step out without cover
to drop your guard against the cold wind..
so dewy eyed i sat sipping my coffee
while a part of me stepped out with tentative steps
a tear trickled out of my eyes..reliving some memories..
while her eyes sparkled with the new found joy
a tiny smile lit up my face while she laughed carefree..
the warmth of the blanket comforted me
while she ran around in the chill
the taste of coffee warmed up her body
while the rain drops kissed hers all over
the senile cheerless adult sipped on
while she danced and lived in the rain..
thoughts danced around my mind
tickling my soul..
was it for me to live?
was she i who braved
or was this me in the blanket..
droplets kept on falling on the ground..
tapped my window..
in the hope that ill let them in .i guess..
maybe it was time i did..
i am strong on the surface... not all the way through..
i've never been perfect but neither have you...
so if you're asking me i want you to know..
when my time comes..forget the wrong that i've done , help me leave behind some..reasons to be missed..