DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; all rights go to those who do. I am just using them. Lyrics were taken from the Jessica Andrew's song, "Windows On A Train." This is a sad one told from an unknown person's point of view.
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Windows On A Train
By Dearlylovedaimee

February 14, 2010, a blonde woman approaches the cemetery. With a heavy heart, she heads for plot 5-D. She appears to be carrying a dozen, full-bloom red roses, a heart-shaped card, and a stereo. She seems to not need directions to find her way; no, she knows right where to go. She is unaware that I am here, admiring from afar; not that I think she would care, because she seems to be so lost.

As I sit, merely observing her walk to a single grave stone. She carefully, unwraps the roses; laying a single one on top of the headstone. She kneels down with tears in her eyes as she replaces the old flowers with the new. It is Valentines Day, and I am fully aware that this person, the one who she cries for, was none other than the love of her life.

She needn't say any words to me; I just know what she is going through. 45 years of my life, was spent with him. He was nothing less than the other half of me. I lost him to cancer in 1998, but to me it all seems so distant. I can still remember the way he laughed, the way he smiled; I miss the part of him that was my companion and friend, for my entire life. We were supposed to be forever, but time has no guarantee. Now I am reduced to weekly. I thank God that I still have something to hold on too, but it is not the same. I can no longer see him, hold him, or talk to him. I am more than familiar with what this poor girl is going through. It's the same thing I face every second of every day.

She is reading her the card, I can hear it clearly. I don't know what I expected, perhaps a sonnet, maybe even a poem. But what she read, seemed to mean even more.

"I miss you."

Taking the boom box and pushing play, I hear a song that not only touches me, but breaks my heart.

"It felt like a moment
The way they never last
Where were you goin' that you had to leave so fast
We were supposed to wake up
One day when we were older
Holdin' on forever
But we flew past each other

Like windows on a train
The flashing of a frame
I can't hold on but I can't let go
A snapshot in my mid
Of a love that's stuck in time
I saw it slip away
Windows on a train

I'm no sure what happened
But here I am alone
Tryin' to find a way
To find a reason that you're gone
I don't know if I'm shakin'
From the rhythm of these wheels
Or if it's my heart breakin'
And this is how it feels, this is how it feels

Like windows on a train
The flashing of a frame
I can't hold on but I can't let go
A snapshot in my mid
Of a love that's stuck in time
I saw it slip away
Windows on a train

I'm on my way to kneel down with the truth
With my black dress on to say goodbye to
You

Windows on a train
The flashing of a frame
I can't hold on but I can't let go
A snapshot in my mid
Of a love that's stuck in time
I saw it slip away
Windows on a train"

As she gets up, she wipes the tears from her eyes. She then brings two fingers to her lips and then back down to the head stone. One last kiss goodbye. One last chance to tell you how much I love you. She turns to walk away, leaving me alone and crying. Not for me mind you, but for her. I have some how managed to move past the sadness; not because I wanted to, but because I had too. It is just so much pain for someone so young. She appears to have forgotten how to live and something tells me she no longer wants too.

I get up from where I sit; telling my husband I will be back in just a second. I slowly make my way to the headstone, feeling kind of guilty that I am infringing on someone else's privacy. I step in front of the headstone and read its inscription…

Emma DeLauro

1980-2009

May you forever be my guardian angel.

Love Always,

Your Shalimar

The End

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