The Girl in The Bake Shop Window

Every morning, as I'm on my way to work, I pass by a small bake shop.
It is as if I could almost smell the freshly baked bread, as if it seeps through the walls and kisses me, softly.
Growing up, my step father was a baker for some time, and that smell brings back happy memories.
But as I smile, thinking of a once happy childhood, I notice the girl in the window.
As she is settling the loaves and pastries, neatly for public display, her face is meek.
Her smile is non-existent and her thoughts seem to be elsewhere. She notices me looking at her
and just as I am about to smile a simple 'good morning'
she quickly averts my gaze and is consumed in her thoughts again.

I wonder if she knows something I don't,
or if she'd care to know what I do.

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She sat , glued to the computer screen, brain typing out words faster than her heart could beat, and then it was finished. Hard work dedication, a lil procrastination, a first for her, but she did it, it was finished.she gets home and faces another screen, except these words before her eyes are slowin her heart beat, breathing deep, is this true? are you telling me he isn’t here anymore? Are you telling me that this life really isn’t forever? Are you tellin me that we are really here and gone tomorrow? No no no this cant be true. but there, among the black and blue, the red becomes visible, I can almost see it now. His body crushed beneath the weight of it all, his heart stopped beating. And he is no more. What about you? Are you okay? Can your heart keep beating after all this? I know it may not want to, but my dear, it has to. You have to keep going, take that crushing weight and push it over , right off your shoulders, cause tho this life will only get colder, there is truth that is hiding behind every corner, just let your heart beat you can hear it growing slower yet bolder don’t let the boulders of fear let you sit bolstered by tears, be bold n behold the sheer weight of Love. The years won’t let up, the pain won’t be enough, and the skin will only get tough, so look up, there is a place to rest, if you only let your heart take you there. It is finished.