LOST LOVE

She sits by the window on an upright chair,
Staring aimlessly into the sky.
She’s all alone in this big, big, world,
And can’t, for the life of her, understand why.

Her eyes are wet, as she inwardly sobs,
Remembering life as it used to be.
She recalls the time with the man that she loved,
And the time when their lives were free.

A tear rolls down her palid cheek,
And moistly stains the blouse she wears.
Her face is sore, where she’s dabbed her eyes,
And wiped away the tears.

Her hair is permed, and immaculately styled,
Just the way her husband always admired.
Now she dreams of the by-gone days,
And the times that they shared for a while.

But now he’s gone, and won’t be back,
His illness was too much to bear.
So she sits at the window all day, and recalls,
The years that they once did share.

© Jim Bell

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