while it rains

she sits in the window of her old, drafty apartment, in the heart of the city. as the rain spits against the window, she takes a sip of warm lemon tea and ponders the year she's had. the people she's met, those who have come, those who have gone. she misses and longs for one, in particular. but it will never be. and she will never admit it. because it should never be. focusing on energies lost, she cannot continue to expel her love to a lost one.

lost. lost in her reflections, she realizes how much she learned about herself, about him, about life through that singular experience. gazing through the window she finds herself. startled by the woman, all the more wise, that she finds. despite the growth and changes, that short stretch of time, that singular experience, still lingers in her mind and heart.

her heart. her heart is one of gold. and with a strike of lightning reflecting on her glasses as she remains perched on her windowsill, she reverts her focus to the new loves in her life. the ones who also have hearts of gold. the ones that bring such joy, such support, such life, such wisdom, such optimism. the ones that make her life beautiful.

and as the rain pours down, she mirrors mother nature. if only with her thoughts.