Sitting on the window ledge,
The wind ruffling her hair,
The rain drowning her cry of anguish,
Coffee growing cold,
Phone clenched in her hand,
A shiver runs down her spine,
Realizing there will be no blaring of her ringtone,
No apologies, No second chances,
Silence reigns the night,
Broken only by the sound of her heart.
Isla
