She sat by the door,
The breeze tiptoeing about her,
Her memory danced on the green stretch,
Playing out its role of before...
The present a tangle of regrets,
The past a faraway world,
A life of 'could have',
An unfinished dream...
The cold set in,
The blinds a barrier to the warmth,
A ray trapped in a webbed corner,
Too far to touch her with hope,
And Too slight to temper the cold.
Her eyes lingered on,
At the play of past recollections,
The wrongs stomped in fury,
The rights exuded affection.
The faint shadows,
Blurred and hesitant,
Slid towards her distant gaze,
Companions through the past maze...
A sad smile appeared,
She paused...
The slideshow of memories,
Stung her eyes,
The iciness thawed.
She wept,
Silent, unmoving,
The steady trickle,
A story of hope and defeat,
Of love, loss and yearning,
A story... still incomplete...
