She stares at the window
Streaked beautifully with raindrops
And traces her finger along
As they race from the top.
Its been a minute since he left the table
But no streak of sadness is seen on her
For a woman knows how to do both:
Unfurl and be a container.
So she sits and smiles
At the dear rain,
That she loves so very much,
As it washes away her pain.
And he stares at her from a distance
With eyes filled with love and longing
He wished he knew better, he wishes he’d be better
But to then comprehend
What stroke of fate made him so lucky
To have this woman by his side
Who’d never leave when times get dark and heavy.
That she would stay and wait
For as long as the storm would take
And set herself on fire, to give him some warmth.
He knew the bounds she’d go to,
To make sure he’s winning and happy
But what was in it for her? Was she just as lucky?
Some people know how to hold a heart in their hands
And the others, are well, a little fearful,
They’re clumsy and the heart falls and breaks
Or they clench it too hard out of fear,
And then there are those who hold it
And can’t stop the tears from falling
There’s no explaining why
But it's scary knowing what happens when
the heart stops beating.