In stillness, I looked up in despair at my colorless existence.
In stillness, I set down my cup of coffee, cold and unfinished.
In stillness, out of habit, I blamed myself.
In stillness, I felt the sting of a single tear on my left cheek.
In stillness, I shivered, not with cold, but with the realization of what I had done.
In stillness, I dared to read the note in which he penned the word, "Good-bye."
In stillness, I whitewashed the walls and doors to atone for all I had done..
In stillness, I edged toward the open door.
In stillness, I peered out at a world of green, raw and new.
In stillness, I waited for the will to move forward, for once.

This draft poem was written in response to the NaPoWriMo prompt, asking for a ten line poem using anaphora. This is also an ekphrastic poem based on one of the images that Miz Quickly provided in her challenge today, Ida Reading a Letter, a painting by Vilhelm Hammershoi.