Some days beauty is too lonely,
standing beside a chair and an empty vase
waiting for the sunset.
Some days are just too long,
you lay on your bed
listening to falling rain,
smell of burnt candles
the empty side of bed
some days beauty is too lonely
to be a good company.
Night and moon, the radio show
and the next door cat prrrrrrrr
just before teardrops
closer to the end, the sound of sun fades away
into the dark, eyes rest.

Some days beauty is too lonely
all lights are gone
it is empty, the space, faraway lake
and the alley of memories.
Empty. Empty.

Serena Devi