Tears of solitude

I sit by the window,
Transparent as the glass,
The black blanket of sky echoing my thought,
Storm across the ocean raging into my mind,
Breaking the silence as she broke my heart.

I sit by the window,
Oblivious to the blinding pain, the cut wrist,
Perspicacity dwindling with every passing second,
Perception no more a clear thought, there I see,
The soft lips and the stone heart blend,
Open hands and curved lips calling me.

I sit by the window,
Not a word spoken, no gratitude expressed,
And I let her go because the wind can’t stay,
Though it leaves behind wounds that hurt,
Phantasms that drift, anger that kills,
Eyes of tears and broken windmills.

I sit by the window,
No hands to hold, no smiles to cherish,
No breath to kiss, no love to live,
Last of mortality leaving the heaving lungs,
A desperate tear clinging to desolate eyes,
I realize dying moments are the blissful ones ..
At last the storm has swelled to its possible high,
I look out the glass one last time,
Tears of solitude pouring from the sky.