ALONE


She sits on the bench

On a quiet afternoon

The grass lay around her

Green and full of life


He had faded from her memories

Distant reminders would appear now and then

Simple things reminiscent of his touch and smile

Her eyes shone of green


Reflected light from the grass

What was she to do now

Was there to be love again

A gentleness in her heart


She craved to be desired and held once more

Yet she felt old and lost

In her youthful body

Love, to be loved


Should it be much to ask

In the sunshine of the day

She sat on a bench

A quiet afternoon


Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000