Mission Failed

Another tear finds it’s way down my cheek, falling into the tissue scrunched in my fist, white as bone.
My shoulders shake as sobs escape my worn lungs, filling the silence that calls my mind home.
No one’s in the house, it’s empty except me, but I might as well not be there.
The curtains pulled over the sun, hiding my face in my hair.
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Another strand of hair falls over her face, and she brushes it away with shaking hands.
Her shoulders rise as she swings her coat over her arm, the pink floral against the black as she stands.
Looking away this time, no smile, no new topic of conversation, no trying again.
Mission failed, time for it to rain.