LT2 tabletop, RJC

Another lonely rainy day
she sits on the sill and
stares. The tears fall,
from the sky and mix
with the wetness, in her eyes.
Bittersweet salty scent
of the sea, rolling down
contours of her cheeks.
A wet tissue
lies at the edge of the
bed and she wonders where
she is.

it seems incomplete somehow. poor soul, who wrote this.