on why i stayed the night

maybe it was the curved staircase
or the jesus paintings lining the walls

maybe it was the never ending corridor revealing room
after room
after room
or the mirrors in every one of them

maybe it was the tea cup on your desk
the way your bed was framed by an alcove
how the flowers bloomed on your sheets

maybe it was the light pink glow of the curtains
or the sound of fingers hitting silent piano keys

maybe it was the poem written on the wall
or the mattress on the floor

maybe it was your grandma's faith
or her movie collection
or your mother's girlfriend’s photographs

maybe it was the missing cat
traces of it on the couch

maybe it was the fresh mango
& how in that rainy museum

we bit into it.

Caroline Grand-Clement is a queer eighteen-year-old studying English & Scandinavian literature in Lyon, France. She dreams of art in any form, falling stars & late night conversations. She hopes to make a change in the world one word at a time. You can find her on Twitter, Tumblr or Instagram @octopodeshearts.