Friday, April 10, 2009

Unspoken Hearts

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.


Grannie Annie said...

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

Beth Niquette said...

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.

Mekeel McBride said...

What a beautiful poem. Captures so much in such a short space. Thank you