The wind scraped her cheeks
It made her blush red
Tears sprang to her eyes
But she pushed on ahead
She finally reached the bench
The river she'd grown to hate
That separated the two like a wall
Yet again, she sat down to wait
The water before her was torrential-
Usually a peaceful flow,
But nights like this was anger, impatience
Reflecting what she didn't show
The air suddenly fell quiet and still
The smile on her face didn't hide
The season's first snowflakes scattered onto the river,
When they appeared on the other side.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.