She leaves me. Show over - Curtain down - Lights out Peering through my window; watching her go: The rain pelts the foggy glass, running down in silvery rivulets, as I catch a ghostly glimpse of my pale face in the window pane.
Did I say too much? Did I not say enough? Did I open my mouth once too often? Did I keep my mouth shut one too many times? Why are you walking away?
Sitting on the edge of my lonely bed; head in hands: Outside the rain still falls in persistent silvery wetness, like a mocking mimicry of my pathetic tears. Show over - Curtain down - Lights out She leaves me.