Piece Of Paper

Sitting near the window,

She heard the pitter patter raindrops.

On the one hand was a cup of tea.

The other held a piece of paper.

The drizzling raindrops

On the windowsill,

Mirrored the line of tears

Rolling from her eyes.

The paper she held

Was a letter filled with

Rejection and pain.

He left her for someone other

And left no evidence of his existence

In her life,

Except that letter.

She had read it for

A thousand times

Since morning.

Yet wanted it to be a lie.

He left as he came.

Like the nonseasonal rain,

Without any warning.

He filled her life

With joy and ecstasy

When he was with her.

He took away those joys

With him and only left

Pain in that letter.

She was getting familiar

To the rhythm of the rain

Outside her window.

She was getting used

To the loneliness in her bed

Just like a widow.