FLOWER OUTSIDE MY WINDOW

Feb 2

Written By I AM X CREW

She was beautiful. The flower outside my window.

I had known it the moment I had seen her for the first time.

She walked by and it had just been a glimpse, a second of a look through the curtains.

But that second was enough for me to realize her beauty.

Her hair was falling short, dipped in the colour of a black coffee.

Her skin, painted like the colour of clouds.

And her lips, brushed with the tip of horizon.

I couldn't take my eyes of her and never would I have wanted.

I just stared at her.

And how lucky I was, considering the cigarette machine outside my window.

That's where she was going. Taking the sins out the machine.

It made her even more beautiful – knowing she had her sins.

Imperfect perfection.

Through the seasons I watched her.

She was always dressed, the way someone was dressed who had a story to tell.

But she never left the 80s.

The pastel of her dresses, trousers and suits.

The Bowie around her eyes.

The Mercury as her shoes.

I never got tired of her beauty and the Wednesdays she was there.

It had been just a year. But maybe the best year of my life.

Until we met.

Until we spoke.

Until we kissed.

Until we moved in together.

The flower outside my window is now inside the window.

And there for me whenever, forever.

A true beauty, the joy of love. She was beautiful. The flower outside my window.