There I was
In a cold, dark room,
the shadows of the blinds
embracing my skin.
Sitting in the bed
facing the cold wind
from the window;
a portrait held in both hands.
How lovely,
this little girl in pigtails
smiling cheerfully.
I looked through
the window,
the moon peeking
behind the blinds
I asked,
Can you turn back the time for me?
