By: Priya Rathnakar

Birds singing,

The smell of dry earth and rain,

In the middle of it all

Stood a girl

Her tears glistened in the sun

As he drove away

A symphony of silence that followed

Head down, helpless and hopeless

As she walked home

Smiled at the dingy store

With a wistful look in her eye

She swiftly speed up

Not wanting to be haunted

By the shadows of her past

As her destination loomed closer

She thought “What Now?”

As she walked home