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