Everything is still and yet the wind of suspicions
Seems to crack the walls and open the windows
Sweeping away every trace of you in me.
The night chill is on its way.
Everything has to give in under its piercing stare.
I will hide from it and warm myself by the fire,
But I fear it will come anyway and put out the fire inside me.
"Waiting", 15x20cm, acrylic and collage on paper