Bucketing tears

and the skies opened
bucketing tears
somewhere out there
a heart is breaking

she stood alone like an icicle
forming on a lone shoe
discarded by the road
as rain fell cold on asphalt

just as the rain fall
rippling on still pond
within the stillness of a lonely heart
the life still breathe eagerly

as aimless as a blown leaf
as sad as a clown without makeup
she meandered the world in between
reality and fantasy...

she wandered still.