Lost and Found

She lost her book mark..you know...

Rain drops on her window pane

Fresh coffee brewing in the machine.

The perfect aroma soothed her senses,

while she twirled, behind the fences.

Pit a Pat,pit a pat,rain on the roof.

She tiptoed on the ground,so aloof.

The room was still the same, as she left.

The pages of her half finished book fluttered.

Her book mark was lost somewhere in the clutter.

She smiled at the purring stray cat on the sill.

It recognized her and went still.

The brightness of the wall was in dearth.

The owner perhaps did not paint it

after her death.

Reviews

[Timotheechalamet12]

Amazing one... as a book lover, can relate completely.

[Gayathri]

Yes..being a book lover helps to capture the feel.
Thank you