A Window With a View

The sun came up as I remembered the day he kissed me and named me “his beautiful queen” Now, I am no longer his love nor do I fill any of his dreams. In a window- I sat forever it seemed waiting, hoping, and praying he’d return with the love he once sang to me. But each car that came it only then passed, and there, in that window, still- there I just sat feeling my heart hurt as I struggled not to gasp. I couldn’t help but wonder just where could he have been or how it had so easily came to be how he could have once loved me but now were no longer consumed by images he said he dreamed of me. Thoughts of me now he’s chosen to forsake- there in that window I felt my heart hurt and then I felt my heart break! The night slowly crept back into the day I sat and I pondered... how it were me trapped by a love, my own love I had so easily gave away? Tears, they fell from cheek to this very page... in each tear that fell the truth more clearer and then I began to see- the love we once shared, our love he had taken and gave to another before he’d even returned my heart back to me.