No one came for her tears.
To collect them in a bowl.
Nor did caring words tucked in a note.
Bring her closure, still she'd had to try.
And make waiting work against facts.
Will corpses to stand once more.
Why...How, I...
Through rain and bitter cold.
She'd wander hours uncounted.
Searching for faces unfound.
Beneath venomous tides of reason.
Reasons she couldn't see.
There was no how.
Only why.