Vapor

The girl with hair like midnight wept silently. Tears fell for every happy moment passed. Tears fell as she thought of all the things that would never be. All the plans, all the possibilities, all the hopes. Each future that was robbed from her, she bid goodbye under the watch of the sympathetic moon. Her sorrows collected in the cupped palms of her hands, and when she was done weeping for what never was, she threw her tears into the air. Like vapor, they melted into the sky, returning to the universe to be born again someday.