The Windowpane

She tapped the glass with her fingertips 

Hoping for a response 

Instead, 

Discovering silence 

Amongst many heavy breaths

As the rain drops gently kissed her forehead.

Bright were the days she once dreamt about,

Wandering a land so far away, 

Where the voices recognized her 

Speaking only in a language 

That she understood.

Now here in this moment, 

Captivated by a dirty windowpane 

And the reflection of a girl 

Whom she has never met.-