Watery patterns

It was raining softly outside,

Creating watery patterns of my windshield

Once a frown, once a heart, once a tear,

We used to call it "our place",

My car, parked under a tree,

And I turned my gaze to her.

She had been reading intently for a while now,

Conversations between me and him...

She turned page after page eagerly,

I had done the best I could,

to convince him that she was the one for him,

I told her so.

After poring through those pages

with all her heart,

She put them away,

Put her head on my lap,

and whispered..

"He will never forget her"

And I heard in her heart

"He will never be mine"

I ran my fingers through her hair,

It pained to see her pain,

I turned to face the window pane,

From outside, it would look

Like there were tears in my eyes,

But it was just watery patterns of the rain.