where he lay

and they lay there together
where words are as rare as diamonds
and each one as perfect

she promised to return and left him lost

.
.
.
he lay facing the wall
staring at the line cast by her shadow
in the morning light

after time
she walked silently through the door
sat down
and allowed the room to fill with her scent
.
.
.

with his nose
he turned out of depression
and into her arms

the wall dissappeared