Remembrance

 

She stands,

this lady in grey.

Faded view

on a foggy day.

She waits

beside

these cemetery gates.

She stands.

Head in her hands.

Her longing tears concealed

by slate coloured veil.

Lonesome heart sealed

in a vault of ice-cold steel.

 

She walks through

the gravestone city.

Her feet never in view.

Never leaving a footprint

in the cold autumn dew.

Just fades

between the stones.

Lost and alone.

Look of concern arises,

swirling storm filled skies

fill the irises

of her grey, lifeless eyes.

 

She stands

at the tomb entrance.

Her eyes entranced

by the name etched

on the marble plaque.

Her name sits staring back.

Remembrance.

She sinks into the walls,

through the floor

and down to her place of rest.

Her eyes filled,

a steady rain,

phantom tears,

they close again.

 

 

 

 

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