Shades

I had to take a picture.
Her crying all alone.
Shades closed hid
that which was already hidden.
A glimpse of light twirled,
somersaulted across the picture of her beautiful family,
rested on her heart,
and gasped.
The darkness blanketed around her
Keeping her comfortable
while her mind told stories of secrets kept safe,
even the most beautiful of truths,
which could never be told.
The clock ticked and tocked
and her tears dripped
and her body rocked.
One hand moved forward,
while the other stood still,
and time felt frozen for another minute
after another minute…
before another minute…
in a lifetime of waiting
for that which she could never have.
And the memory of him,
could give only a moment relief
to the remembering that
he would never be hers.
The phone rung as the outside world called
and
I had to take a picture
to realize the pain was real
before the shades were drawn
and a bright dewy eyed smile revealed.

That was great Shadowlight. I feel there is a running theme I your poetry of wanting and not having. Anyway I always read them and always enjoy. Cheers JB

I wouldn't disagree. "Longing for" has been a theme/battle in my life lately, admittedly. Your comment makes me realize I need to branch out a bit, lol!

I'm glad you enjoy them. You set the bar high when it comes to writing, so confirmation from you is valuable feedback for me.