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“She felt, as she had been put on the shelf,
With relics of a former life!
Dust everywhere….
She was surrounded by objects of a past,
That had been left,
Like an old cloak,
That one just throws on a sofa…
To try to race in a new present!
She could see a bicycle,
Fierce of being still in use,
A cot, and other memories,
Parked, next to each other,
And murmuring, their sadness, their frustration,
That, no one would even, glance at them from time to time!
There, she felt hopeless…
Unclothed of a love that she thought was indestructible!
But Time, had won….
Time, with its cloak of boredom and indifference!
He did not look at there anymore…
His footsteps in the corridor, would let her know, that he was going out…
He would not come back until his feet ached!
Outside, the blizzard was ragging,
But he would still, run away, from the warm of the house,
The fire in the chimney…
Braving the elements…
Leaving her, sad, puzzled, hoping that he would smile on his way back.
She had wanted to run away…
But, she thought , that he would realize,
That life, is not always what we hope!
He was still living in this land, where reality and fiction were separated, by
A sensation, that everything, suddenly, would change!
Lonely, she cried…
Her tears were knitting on the floor, a necklace,
That may be he would notice!
Slowly her life left her…
She had gone to a better world.”

© Karo Evans 26 th January 2013

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