She stared past the windowpane
Studying the rain drops
As if she was outside
Floating along the puddles
She would jump in as a kid
Smiling as if the clouds would part
But now
She feels each rain drop
Gently graze her cheek
As she remembers
The black umbrella on the pavement
And her heart staining the concrete red
Causing a path to open wide
And her strength to override

And she remembers
The long beep
The white halls
The blurry vision
As the words repeat
"Shes gone"
The blue eyes she adored
Trying not to let go of her
As they slip to dream forever

She remembered
Her dreams
A poets dream
To never forget
The ink spots
And how she loved
To sing the words
The watery words
The flowed down her soul like rivers
Drowning her in blues
That formed the sky she looked upon daily

The windowpane was the only place
Where she could see
The other side of the smile
The other side of free

A place where she could remember
What she chose to forget