She found comfort in dusty bookcases
And windowpanes streaked with rain droplets,
Racing each other to pool at the bottom.
Tea residue at the bottom of her favorite mug
And cheap cracked CD cases,
Handed down from her parents.
The protection of overgrown hair
And wooden floorboards covered in perfect messes,
Of over-worn sweaters and faded t-shirts.
The subtleness of wine stained lips
And the faint smell of candles burning out,
Smoke mingling with the air.
The almost audible sound of snow falling
And meek smiles from wanderers,
Leaving behind a trail of unexplainable glow.
