Beauty in the Most Ordinary Places

You exist like a smile in a photograph, waiting for your name to be called. At every corner you see the faces you envy. Black and white movies playing over and over, in a museum I look at art like rain, the flowing beauty of night. I think about the conversations we never had, and I think about things I should've said, but now it's too late. When someone tells you they love you and you know they mean it, reciprocate with loving arms. Every mother faces hardship you will never understand, the debts and the arguments, the beauty of life. Peering through blinds at a sublime world, a sunlit room with no worries on my mind. I loved it, the whistling nature, the mundane routine, the brimming conversations. The soup is left to boil in its vegetable glow, and we wait eagerly for the light. Not trusting anyone, especially a stranger. I've fallen for your lies before, and now your eyes are a stranger to me. I listen to bells. I look at old photographs, I look at my sisters. I watch the day and I'm lost in my head, lost with every dreamy moonlit night.