I broke down the doors
and took you in
found you a warm corner
in my crumbling ruins
the air was a bit nippy
the ceiling wore scars
the floors had cracks
that oozed of despair
I planted seeds in them
that grew into flowers
that now kiss your toes
and heal the sores
the paint on the walls
was beaten and worn out
I turned them rose-tinted
so you could soak in
fresh new colors
time flew and you had
borne new wings
I broke the window panes
to make way for your flight
now I’m back to living
in this rusty lodging
which will always be
a forgotten souvenir
Asha Seth 