She sees things that only her heart
can understand –
the fragile glass holding a blue candle
the beauty of a flower
the clock that tics slowly in her ears.
She dreams.
She counts the minutes.
Does she know
that he is not coming back?
Does she know
that she would no longer hear his footsteps?
Does she know
that he left for good?
And yet –
She waits.
Patiently
While she watch the candle flicker in the wind.