Just Like A Lover

She smokes next to the window
That the rain makes its way down
She races the big drops as they slide to their death
While black cars drive by outside
In startling progression, like a funeral for a lover
The tears come down her face with the raindrops down the glass
She takes a long drag from her cigarette
The smoke fills her lungs, her lungs filled with relief
Eight months of quitting gone to waste
Another black car drives by
The tires make little waves in the cold dark water
The simple progression of raindrops on the window gives her peace
The cigarette is dead, just like a lover
She loads one bullet into the revolver and the window is red
Broken and red
Just like lover.