The Widow

See Me
February 4, 2013
The Fire of Akrounta
February 4, 2013

The Widow

Dinner is done, conversation ceases,
Music strikes up, loudly insistently,
Couples dance, hectically chaotically,
Lone lady ponders on the rhythm of life.
Lone lady listening at a distance reflecting,
Floating in memories of love and affection.
Love and affection always remaining,
Now intrinsically in her very being.
Strength of memories, of love and affection,
Like impenetrable armour to guide and
protect her.
This lady is not lonely, but happy to be
The lone lady who listens and is pleased, just
to be.