I stay inside and watch you leave, soaking up the rain. Soon, you will return to your own home, to your window where red begonias are hanging from terracotta pots.

My window remains bare. All the flowers are inside my lungs, sprouting from stalks that I simply can’t contain anymore.

Imaan is a writer and poet with an insatiable love for books, art, and nature. Born in Karachi, Pakistan, she has studied architecture but now dabbles in microfiction.