the door so coldly shut
and the tear stained face
belonging to the one
from which they stole all grace.
blindly stumbles
looking for where
it is she belongs now
the darkend streets
glow with atrifical light
cold, sterile... institionalized
a bleary hue of sickly yellow
nowhere to go.
unsure what to do.
but right behind her
out of sight
a hand opens a window
they call
they wave
she stares straightforward
blinded
until on the wind
she hears a whisper of breath
so sweet the sound
of words she dares not trust
but what else has she to lose?
she turns and smiles
with widened eyes
they were there all along
and now,
they've opened the window
and their hearts.

xoxo
Ellie J