A Ray Of Hope.

As he saw her sit by the window,
face turned away, with
A cloud as dark as the thunderous one above, in the night sky,
Looming over her head,
He saw the window drip with the same tears
Her heart would have wanted her eyes to drip with.

She lowered her head,
Rested it on the synthetic fabrics of a
Dark and black bag.
His shoulders longed to be the bag,
The same one it always used to be,
The same 'Pillow.'

For a long time,
Pitter-patter rain drops were all that broke the
Dreadful silence that lived between them;
The only silence in that whole place.
But, when she finally spoke,
The first ray of light pierced through.

The one ray of light that brought in hope that everything would be alright!