Missing. Poem by Tamla smith

Missing.



she sit's by the window,
like a person waiting for rain,
tears trickling down her face like rain,
falls down a window,
she knows something is missing,
but it's not a jigsaw piece.
she still sit's by the window,
like a person waiting for rain.

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