Home without walls

she left before i came with my flowers and the wine, she said, by the morning ill be gone then you can drink the wine but after i drink mine... By the morning while i was smelling the pillow the wind danced in my face and some raindrops washed my naked body, my fingers and my hands... i was there one more time, no wine, no her, no flowers, just me, looking for something to put in my eyes. jp.