2.2.10

she

there she stood
outside my window
drenched
with her quivering lips
a drop of blood
traced her face
ensnared by rain
losing its glory

her eyes wide
will you keep my secret?
will you draw my pain?

she was once beautiful
she could make herself invincible

the rain had faded her
drawn her into paling history
outside my window
what had passed?

the roses from her summer dress
withered and breathless
lay in a pool around her feet
oh what had passed?

no, not the obvious
it was worse
she had lost something
irreplaceable

no, not the obvious
it was more

come down I whispered
i’ll draw your pain
come down
i’ll smile at you all over again

yet she walked away …

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3 comments:

solitary reaper said...

At times lonesomeness outwits words and actions offered…

sacredeastwind said...

beautiful thought ch'mma. at times it does, indeed!

Pratibha The Talent said...

sometime you need time for yourself as you are the only one to answer your own questions.
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