Raindrops and Broken Hearts

Raindrops on my window, glittering like diamonds as they slide down the glass.
A tear runs down my cheek, and I wipe it away with a sigh.
I reach for my guitar, trying to make the pain go away.
My fingers move swiftly over the strings, and I gently sing to the tune.
Raindrops and Broken Hearts. They seem to stick close together.
A thousand thoughts run through my head, sad memories come to the fore.
Nothing can help the way I feel.
Only time.
I stand up tall, and force a smile. Pushing away the tears.
If anyone asks, I'm fine.