She is standing
by the window,
outside, the rain,
the rain – inside her,
the sound of raindrops
falling down – like tears
falling down her face,
further down,
onto her lips –
the salty taste of teardrops –
time stands still –
the rain in the wind,
battering anonymous faces
of passers-by in a hurry
Since it happened
she is just standing there,
like a statue of salt –
her profile, fine
her hair, pulled up high
behind the stare of her eyes –
a colour deep blue –
her life falling in front of her
like raindrops falling
on the ground,
into the cold dark earth
beneath her.
She is standing by the window
with her stillness inside –
outside the rain,
the rain – inside her.
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