window

She sits in an old grungy room,
Ignoring  the mouldy patch
Forming beside the peeling wallpaper,
Listening to the echoes of silence…
Heart as empty as her abode.

Languidly she opens the windows.
Her heart jumps excitedly
At the vividness of the colours,
At the jovial faces of  friends
Inviting her to join them.
she joins them…
She  starts typing.