Condensation Poem by Susan Lacovara

Beyond the drops of tears
Clinging to the window pane
Where I sat, long
Looking out at a future
That always included you
The hushed morning wakes
In a bevy of blue
As if to mock my blues
You will mill around
In the remaining hours
Of what this dream once was
Packing promises gone for good
Into cardboard boxes
The luggage to leave
And these Windows, which once lead
To the sunflower yellow morns
And the wispy pink sunsets
Now covered in too much pollen
Streaked within the stain
Of a heart's crested overflow
And saddened the sorrowful girl
Who is left to sit and state
Through the condensation
Of the watery wept tears
As he bundles the bags
She so sought to empty
Giving him reason to build
Their tomorrow
With a sweep of a hand
The moisture cascades
To the sill of the window
She unlocked
Wasn't it then
The air blew so beautifully
Through the room
With no cutains
Where two shadows could be seen
Embraced, swaying, safe
In the moments of one another's soul
In hand, his ticket back
To before....
Before he knew her,
Before she loved him
Before the strength of seeing
Each other through dismal days
Was fogged
And turned to condensation
Evaporation of everything