As she wept
The tears streaming down her face,
Coming as a waterfall,
Spraying mist where it dares.
The water droplets landing free,
Without a care.
Not knowing why they drop.
The polka-dot shaped puddles lying on the sheets.
The sound of sirens louder than any thought,
Reverberating off the walls.
The sound carrying into the thin wallpaper,
Soaking through to the next room.
In that room stood a man.
Angrily throwing his things into a bag.
Not even caring to use a suitcase,
Just wanting to leave.
There were no reasons, no questions, and no answers.
The slam of a door causing her to rise.
The clear glass of the window,
Sun shining through not realizing it should be hiding behind a cloud.
What are you doing sun, don’t you realize this is a sad moment.
Where is the rain when you need it, when you call for it, when you so desperately hope for it?
Engine roaring to life, tires on pavement squealing.
He left her there,
Left her to her thoughts.
Never speaking again, never pondering one another, he would never know.
Able to keep the secret that belonged to her alone.
Unfound for weeks,
The smell of rotting flesh seeping through the siding brought them in to find her.
Limp, lifeless, hanging by a cord.