I stare into the strange silver window.
All is see is someone. Someone foreign.
I move my hand to cover my eyes, and the girl in the window does too.
In the window, the girl turns to look behind her.
A man steps out of the shadows in the background.
He ebraces her and doesn't let go.
A silver, glistening tear runs down my cheek until I realize,
I am stronger than this.
I can dance in the rain and not melt.
I, alone, can stand up for something I believe in.
I raise my fist to shatter the window.
When the girl turns and waves goodbye to me,
I falter for a moment, but my fist keeps going.
My fist bashes into the window;
It sprinkles to its musical end around me, and somehow,
I feel lighter, as if I just let something useless go away.
I jolt to my senses and realize it was all a dream.
I roll over in my bed to see diamonds on the floor.
A picture of an elegant couple underneath.