In the dark of the monsoon…
She sat timidly…frail and forlorn
Adrift in limitless thoughts…
Those good old days long gone.
Yearning for that touch… warm
The wind howled in a silent wail…
As the candle flickered tirelessly…
Memories dissolve…leaving a faded trail.
Into the misty gray she stared…
Eyes in search for that fairy tale…
Trembling fingers flip stained pages…
Tracing life through pictures pale.
“Hello Abigail!”… a voice resounds from afar…
A momentary turn… she slips back again
The armchair rocked… eyes cast a questioning gaze…
He hadn’t come… it was an expectation in vain.