In her

She sat by the stairs holding a basket of flowers

Sadden in her loneliness and grief

Tears of fall upon her wrinkled past

Yet beneath all this a softness of a broken heart

In silence ...she recalls her days of wine and roses

And her memories lingered to her love once lived

Her lover like no other lost to her selfishness

Now her heart beats a past.

She sleeps

And only dreams.... can comfort her love ...her desires