Strong

A little girl ran up to her father,

Giggling,

Her little pigtails swishing in the wind,

A look of pure joy filled the father's eyes.

Picture perfect the scene was.

I turned away,

Tears welling,

A heart-wrenching pain felt,

Almost physical, 

Fisting my hands,

Nails digging into my palm,

I walked away.

Legs wobbly,

A silent shiver went down my spine,

As I walked the lonely road,

A lone tear slipped from my eyes,

Gliding down my cheek,

Fell on the cobbled street.

I looked up at the sky,

It contradicted what I felt inside.

The sun enthusiastically shone,

And the breeze fluttered by.

Even the strongest people have their weak moments,

They said.

The facade of cheerfulness I put up

Shattered.

As a stream of tears rolled by,

At last I was with myself and maybe him.

I silently whispered to the sky,

I miss you.

And just like that,

The moment passed.

And I straightened my shoulders, 

And wiped my face,

As I turned towards the crowded street nearby.