Through the window...

Through the window, I saw her pain.
I put my ears to wind,
and listened to her whispers.
She cried to nobody, to anybody.
Her face had sunk below the glastly exterior she hid behind.

Silence wrapped around her like a blanket.
By the fire she sat staring into its flames.
She watched the pattern of shadows
cast on the wall behind the brillant flashes of yellow and orange.
She thought about each tear, as one by one,
they escaped from her eyes and ran down her face,
like children lost in a reckless abandon.

Pictures lined the mantle left to right, black and white.
She looked past the blank faces looking as though directly at her.
In her memory she heard the laughter,
in her memory she saw the smiles and felt the warmth.
Through the window she reached out her hand...