The sound of droplets falling to the ground was heard.

I saw them collecting on the window pane.

like a tear collecting in the corner of a single eye,

Sliding down

like a stream of broken dreams, dissipating, slipping away.

Outside, orange crocuses popped out of the ground

making merry on a spring-like day.

In other places, people died alone, in pain, before their time.

A sad day was yesterday.

By Tiffany Creek