The Woman in the Window

The Woman in the Window

She sits by the glass,

hands folded,

staring at leaves falling,

her eyes know pain.

Her lips never speak,

her heart drifts,

tied to nowhere,

lost in the moment.

The rain hits slow,

soft and sharp,

A memory that never fades.

I knock, she smiles.

A ghost of warmth,

then disappears,

leaving shadows behind,

I wait, listening.

Night feel her sorrow,

and mine with it,

the stars blink gently,

the wind whispers softly.

I wish I could reach her,

touch her heart,

heal the silence,

hold her from afar.

The world waits quietly,

for answers she cannot give,

her presence lingers,

a fragile light in darkness.

I leave with echoes,

footsteps fading,

heart heavy,

hoping she knows I care.

My dear reader, thank you for your support and letting me share with you the love of my life, an insight into my thoughts, feelings, and life. God bless you.