He would draw a heart on the window when it frosted over in winter. Write my name inside. Watch me smile. I needed nothing else to feel warm, to feel loved.
Then the other job offer came. It was what he had dreamed of. He had to go away. He said he’d be back.
Then the other woman came. He texted me it was over.
Today, the window has frosted over again. A fire roars in the grate. Yet I shiver.
Perhaps he still draws hearts. The name and the window have changed; and the smile.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 1st July 2016)