By Melanie Wittry Date: 8 July 1999
Rain traces paths of tears down the window at my nose My eyes refocus on the stretching, blinking skyline I imagine that each twinkling light is A few friends hugging A mother singing her children to sleep A couple dancing cheek to cheek I shift in the straight-backed chair and let my eyes rest I know you too, are thinking of me Sitting on the far side of this cold, thick glass I begin to mimic the rain