Saw

I saw her in the window,
Distance through the glass.
Obvious in heart's pain,
Perhaps from feeling loss.

Her frame was hunched and bent,
Into her cradled chest.
I tried to walk by, quickly.
I felt her heaving, gasp.

Behind her private weeping place,
I could not interrupt.
I wanted to embrace her, so,
To help the crying stop.

I felt, if I could,
But listen to her rain.
I would understand and love,
I saw from distance framed.

And then I quickly realized,
A stranger, not at all.
T'was my reflection though the liquid,
I was she , I saw.

Raine Les 4/29/2008

Don't cry.

Beautiful.

Beautiful

Cry, we will cry together not to worry we are here forever...