Loneliness

She sits by the windowsill
As cold, salty tears stream down her cheeks
The quiet sound of rain beating down on the window pane steadily lingers
Yet she continues to look outside

The night is cold and grey
But through her tears she sees a warm summer evening
A night of happiness and laughter
A night that has been lost

Slowly, she lifts herself
Her heart weighing her down, she walks over to her bedside
And carefully sits
The matress softly squeaks as she rests her head on the pillow
And tries to dream of her tears