Oana Ileana Noorani

💕Sunday’s Message of Love

It's Sunday evening. The sun is about to set, and cold air passes through my loose hair. I quietly smoke my cigarette and drink a glass of red wine, which I then pour over my chest. The delerium from the wine invigorates my heart and makes me dream that you are still with me and not a figment of old memories. My poor heart does not even know what to do anymore! Run away or stay? I turn on the music. I listen to Chopin. Slowly, I get up from the red sofa and start dancing. But how can someone dance while listening to classical music? Well, maybe once I realise that your image in a corner of my mind's eye sings to me. A song known only to us. In the morning, I held you in my arms. But you only stayed for a moment and gave me a single kiss. Why just one? Why didn't you steal me completely and transport me to your fairytale world, where anything is possible?

💕Oana Ileana Noorani💕