A Book of Poems

18

Sitting on the window sill

Staring out the glass with her grayish green eyes

Thinking of the times that you were by her side

Smiling to herself, in her mind

A single tear rollls down her cheek

She wishes you were near

But then she shakes her head and scoffs

Chasing away the notion once and for all

- She hurt you and she knows you're never coming back