The Girl Who Lives Next Door

There is this girl

Dark hair with shades of red,

She lives next to me

And she never knocks

She slips in

Through the cracks and holes

In my walls

She paints,

Foolishly running her rainbow kissed fingers

Along the empty white halls

I often hear her humming

Tunes so soft and sweet

I often hear her dancing

On the moonlit roof, alone

She slides letters

Under my door,

They smell like her,

Lavender and peppermint

She often places bougainvillea in her hair,

And lights a cigarette

And with sad hazel eyes whispers

"I could never paint a masterpiece"

— Little does she know, she had already created her masterpiece when she ran amok, colouring every corner of my empty unloved apartment.