Like a long forgotten but much loved sweater
The memory of him tumbled into her sight
When she was taking one of her rare solitary walks
She paused outside his door
And stood for a long while
Before walking away
When she got home, hours later,
there were footprints outside her door
Matching his shoes.
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Posted in 55-worders, Storybook | Comments (5)
December 11th, 2006 at 7:44 pm
Arrey, quit moping and ring the bell!
On a more serious note, its a beautiful thought….:)
December 11th, 2006 at 9:04 pm
a very poignant story ….
December 12th, 2006 at 10:12 am
@ Pensive: Who’s moping? Its the truth and she was just being pensive not morose.
@ Echo: Thank you!
December 21st, 2006 at 7:54 pm
It’s as beautiful as a miracle…this piece of your writing. I wonder how you manage to paint thoughts in such beautiful tones:)
December 22nd, 2006 at 12:48 pm
@ Mehrin: Thank you :-). It isn’t difficult to write poetry when poetic situations happen to you.