her pleas fell unanswered for days-almost-weeks,
muffled distorted splintered and caught in the curtains
unheard
unseen.
she refused patience,
returning day-after-day
again calling
again protesting
again declaring
i am here here i am.
again unheard
again unseen.
perhaps
she wondered
i will never again be heard.
before shaking her head
and laughing at herself
at her flickering doubt.
weary of protesting,
she simply rose and crossed the room
and drew the curtains open.
the rain stopped.
steam rose from the sidewalk
daisies shielded yellow eyes
clouds and curtains melted from her sight.