A voiceless sigh of longing forsook her lips
as she watched the raindrops strike the windowpane
following the downward journey of the drips.
Winter’s white carapace of snow now long lost
to fresh springtimes youthful bluster, and the rain;
both seasons, resemblant to old lovers crossed.
The summer sunshine seems yet so far away,
chance again for love to play its soft refrain;
now, she sits, last year's long-faded, aged bouquet.
A gentle breath on glass, finger tracing heart;
a sobbing, heaving breast still so full of pain
as rain slow erased her fragile work of art.
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