The Greatest Joy
In the rain her tears are invisible.
Her sorrow is cloaked by the gloom of the downpour.
The treacherously slick cobbles are a menace but she doesn't spare it a thought.
Why am I second to her?
Her eyes flicker upwards for an instant.
The droplets slip into her aching eyes.
The clouds are as deep and dark as the emotions swirling through her heart.
I love him.
She wraps her arms around herself.
Her expression falls.
Her embrace is cold and empty.
Why is my heart happy to see them together?
Her lower lip trembles.
The aching of her eyes grows unbearable.
Why can't he smile at me the way he smiles at her?
She falters for a moment.
Her gaze turns to left and the high window of a apartment.
I love the way he smiles for her.
She starts in the direction of the building slowly.
I love the way he speaks and laughs to her.
I love him most as the person who loves her…
Author's Note: This is a strange little piece, I'll admit. I do quite enjoy this one though. As much as writing this has killed me I do believe that I've enjoyed the process. I think I relate to her quite well though I've had an easy life. There's a strange feeling of kinship that sparks in my chest. I believe people always become radiant in love, even when the one they love is not you. Ah, I've strayed… I thank you for reading my piece. I hope that you have enjoyed what I have written. I apologise if you're unsatisfied or were less than content with this piece.
Part of the Revival Collection.