Not Alone, But Yes.

There she lies in the arms of her abettor, with no fear of the unforeseeable. The mist on the window pane hides her past.

Past. To her, he seemed to be a blurred illusion. His colors were no longer as bright as it used to be. It was raining. But the cold could not touch her, she was colder.

she kept reading the same letter of Ted. Imagining and repeating.

"could you not feel?
could you not see?
my ashtray's filled,
not with the burning ashes,
but your memories,

I am the life, you disbelieve;
your adieu, my grieve."

i love you.

"coffee?" suddenly calls the abettor; a friend, a lover. His smile was a comfort, and his eyes the truth. "Thank you", said she.
"So, would you let your Today love me?" he smiled. Another day of his wait.
"'Today' is yet to come", she smiled.

She took a sip, and watch him clear the mist. could no longer hide it. She closed her eyes, lying in his arms.