Dear Melantha

The slim gleam of the sun

sneaked in through the window

emulating

the gentle demeanour

of a mother's warm gaze.

A ray so dazzling

for her beady azure eyes to open wide

and peek out of the casement

observe the hectic crowd-

ever so busy, so in rush. 

Her listless stare

as she watches them pass

some,

on those noisy dust filled streets

some,

in those vintage, old bistros

having their own little rendezvous.

Scathing emotions, poignant memories

A soul so filled with melancholy.

Yet she puts on

her most endearing smile

holds her quill

the words flow by

"Dear Melantha" 

she writes

on the only thing she could call 'mine'

the sheets fill up in the blink of an eye

letting loose

the storm that rages inside

Tears,

down her cheeks as she wonders:

Why?

~h.