Slowly taking
the last drag of a cigarette
Exhaling,
puffing out of the open window
The smoky
cloud, flying up
Mingling into overcast skies above.
She sits and
silently closes the panes,
Wondering when
her own heart
Became as
clear and fragile as this glass.
Sipping away
from sobriety and memories,
She watches
the beige and brown lawn below
Return to
the lush green grass that greeted them
When moving
into their first new home.
She shrinks
at the sight of now brooding heights
Of the saplings
they planted together
In
celebration of a first year anniversary.
Only a bird’s
chirp transports her back
Once again to
the realty of his absence.
Inside, the
bedroom that once hummed
Lit with the
plans for a future of possibilities,
Now blacked-out
by the whispers;
Questioning
the reasons for what’s unexplainable
Why she sits
alone now and still
Listens for years
to hear his steps on the stairs.
Hating that
she let him go out that night
With his,
mistress of the road, Corvette
Whose
seduction led to the accident
That stole their
vow, ‘til death do us part,
Much too
soon
Now as she
sits watching
Raindrops
softly tap,
Collecting
against the window
Yet, confused
why they streak down her cheeks
Wondering when
her own heart
Became as
clear and fragile as this glass.
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