Chasing

A tufted leather couch with the faint smell of an aquatic cologne–

The seat was still warm.

The hymns and low hums of a distant song–

The music won’t be playing for long.  

A diary entry from age 15–

Imagining love as the perfect dream. 

The shadow of a man on the balcony chair–

Disappearing swiftly into the air. 

A reflection of a girl who feels unknown–

Peering through the mirror in her empty home.