She laid snugly in her bed
as if she had nothing to do.
She peered out her glass window
as the wet earth became its widow.
She wondered if he was writing to her
a sweet, sweet letter.
Confessing his undying love
in only eight letters.
She remembered those long summer nights
Where they would eat salty, stale popcorn.
Watching undesirable urban classics
that would eventually become adorn.
Did he wish for her
as much as she wished for him?
Did he love her
as much as she loved him?
Those were just the thoughts of many
that circled through her head at night.
Maybe one day she wouldn't wait for him
as she did now.
She sighed as the raindrops fell from the sky,
reminiscing about the day he left her.
In a way, she didn't feel sad
or that was what she thought.
She wouldn't talk to anyone
as she waited for his call.
Each day she was slowly crumbling,
but what was there to expect after all?
Two years later she laid in her bed,
realizing something she hadn’t before.
She was afraid to fall in love again
like the rain that splattered against her window pane.