3 years ago. January 27, 2021 at 9:08 AM
She was beautiful, so very beautiful.
Her fingertips resting gently on the fogged window pane, like a flower awaiting the sun.
The gray light of the gray day kissed her cheek - delicate . . . Soft.
Traces of sorrow fell quietly - they both wept.
White silk and playful curls hung listless now . . defeated . . . tired . . . so tired.
Her eyes were not there, not now - the shores of yesterday called to her.
Another drop slid down . . . another tear
I could not reach her . . . Not anymore. It was not I who had dashed her dreams.
Go my love - go to your yesterday . . . The keepsakes and memories . . . And I . . .
Etched upon my soul for all eternity - she was so beautiful. . . . . That morning . . .
*edited but image is not mine
