she stands at the window br cheek pressed to the pane br while the last trace of summer br becomes drenched in the rain br br her eyes are set br in a ghastly stare br while the day wears on br but she doesn't care br br there is work to be done br which she hasn't begun br and she takes a deep breath br then begins to hum br br slowly the evening arrives br and trying hard not to cry br she sighs wishing br that she weren't alive br br and she knows that br tomorrow will be the same br for all she can feel br is yesterday's painbr br Faith Elizabeth Brighambr br