She walked
She walked
in the rain,
the skies weeped,
silently,
slate grey
the clouds
above,
calling her name
For the puddles
danced
with her reflections
as empty people
walked by,
oblivious,
to her pain
they never thought,
never wondered,
never stopped,
to ask
or even consider,
why
For as spring,
she turned
and lay
sleeping,
wrapped
in last year’s
leaves,
dreaming
memories
of summer
in the empty park,
she silently,
slowly,
grieves.
And upon
a child’s roundabout
turning,
silently
dreaming
of life,
she turns
her umbrella
in the falling
shadows,
the darkness fires
and winter
turns to ice
…and burns
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