The window sill

she sits quietly at the window sill
rain gently tapping on the glass
cold night air giving her a chill
she waits for this sadness to pass

many times she sat in this very spot
waiting for him to come home from work
tonight her stomach is clenched in a knot
her mind can't see thru this troubling murk

the dreaded call she received last night
brought her down to her trembling knees
her husband had been involved in a fight
no words of comfort in times like these

her loving husband was a decorated cop
out one night to do what he had trained to do
dying because of a routine traffic stop
trying to protect people just like you 

he will never return but his memory will
a cop graduating at the top of his class
she sits quietly at the window sill
as she waits for this sadness to pass