Nothing has moved in the living room since you left. Crispy almond slices in the golden autumn light sit on a plate like pale petals. The afternoon turns into dusk, soft yellow melting into blue and orange flames on the horizon. Dust settles on the floor at the foot of the grand piano.  The untouched worn keys, the lid closed on their fading smile. Your words hung in the air, flightless paper birds. Once you told me you could only love a melancholic girl. The cuddly bears sit around the way you left them, waiting for your return, their button eyes growing duller by the day. The grandfather clock ticks tiredly then stops.

Your tea has gone cold.

Nothing has moved in the living room since you left. Crispy almond slices in the golden autumn light sit on a plate like pale petals. The afternoon turns into dusk, soft yellow melting into blue and orange flames on the horizon. Dust settles on the floor at the foot of the grand piano.  The untouched worn keys, the lid closed on their fading smile. Your words hung in the air, flightless paper birds. Once you told me you could only love a melancholic girl. The cuddly bears sit around the way you left them, waiting for your return, their button eyes growing duller by the day. The grandfather clock ticks tiredly then stops.

Your tea has gone cold.