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.
Arrey, quit moping and ring the bell!
On a more serious note, its a beautiful thought….:)
a very poignant story ….
@ Pensive: Who’s moping? Its the truth and she was just being pensive not morose. 🙂
@ Echo: Thank you!
It’s as beautiful as a miracle…this piece of your writing. I wonder how you manage to paint thoughts in such beautiful tones:)
@ Mehrin: Thank you :-). It isn’t difficult to write poetry when poetic situations happen to you.