We shared the makeshift bench for a few minutes.
Long enough for her to finish the cigarette she was holding.
The other hand clutched a picture ... very tattered and worn
Like it had been looked at a thousand times.
She stubbed out her smoke and stood.
For the first time, she met my eyes.
Hers were filled with tears, unshed.
Then she left.
Not a word was spoken, there was nothing to say.
But somehow, our hearts touched.
3 comments:
Beautiful, and so are you. Thank you my friend, my sister of the heart. You are not only a seeker of hearts you are a purvayor as well. Love to you ~ Deann
Wow,Sissy! Ah, what an amazing photo, and the word picture poem is incredible. I saw the entire thing in my mind's eye, and I cried. Beautiful beautiful.
What a beautiful poem. Captures so much in such a short space. Thank you
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