Expect Little

She watched from their fourth floor window as his car pulled away.  Warm tears gliding down the sides of her face and making dark maps as they fell onto the concrete ledge below. 

She hoped that someday far away from now after the pain subsided those maps would lead her to new places and new emotions. Places where all those dreams for two she had envisioned were possible as dreams for one.   

Loving was a trial by fire and expectation was its Achilles heel. But how could you not have expectations as you handed over your soul to someone who claimed that if they didn’t believe in God they would worship you?

The other lesson she had learnt was that words came cheap.