I see tears on my window sill,

and I start to recollect on the day they were placed.

Tears that escaped my eyes but still stayed.

I don’t save tears.

I shed them so they can evaporate.

But I wonder why these tears made a home on my window sill.

Tears that fell from my eyes on a winter’s night as I sat by the window, waiting to see your face.

8 hours of my brown eyes focusing on every yellow cab that came into view.

Focusing on the street facing my place and every corner in my presence.

I just remembered, I hate this window.

Now I know why these tears stayed.

To remind me never to wait by the window sill when my phone rings and you say you’re on your way.

That was the last night I gazed through a closed window underneath torn shades to only see snowflakes.

I waited for you by the window.

You never came, not even close.

And because of that, for the longest I vowed to keep my heart and that window forever closed.

My tears, homeowners of the window sill in my bedroom.

The spot you made vacant.

Your absence was their rent paid in full.

6 months they lived behind white and lace drawn curtains.

Tears on my pillow case have nothing on the tears on my window sill.

They fought for their place on that window sill.

Under the window that I stayed and gazed and prayed and played with the fact that you wouldn’t have me sitting by the window crying again…………

Yes, again.

That window sill and I have history that repeats itself every 6 months to a year.

But never were there tears that stayed to remind me of the recent broken promises.

So again and again I came back to the window sill.

Only to reclaim defeat.

And every time you claimed victory when my tears cascaded down my cheeks.

Now I have relief for my window pains.

I open up the window in my bedroom to see a new day and a better view.

Occupants of the window sill in my bedroom, I evict you.