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.