There you were lying so comfortably
In the couch beside the window.
With a fix gaze up on the ceiling,
As if thinking of something deep,
As if dreaming of something grand,
Staring into nothing at all.
You lighted your favorite cigarette
With that same lighter you usually carry around.
As always, you used your left hand to smoke.
And you gently closed your eyes as you breathe in.
When you exhale the smoke and slowly opened your eyes,
It was as if you’re letting go of everything.
You started strumming that worn out guitar
That was lying in your lap for hours.
You tapped it gently with your long fingers,
And you seemed to enjoy every bit of its vibrations.
Faintly, you started to hum an unknown song.
As if you never wanted anyone to hear it.
The room’s ambiance started to change.
From the window, there was a beautiful scene of a sunset.
The proud sun smiled at you and waved goodbye.
And it left a trail of bright orange that glittered like tiny jewels in the sky.
A warm light kindly hit your face,
As your shadow from the floor started to grow in pace.
I love it when you just lay there on the couch,
With a guitar on your lap,
Smoking your favorite cigarette,
And staring at nothing at all.
I love it when I hear that faint humming,
And the you beside that sunset was stunning.