Chapter 1
The weeping widow
Forever bound to the emotions of her past
The weeping widow once a beautiful maiden
Once my friend, now she is another passing stranger
A beautiful face in the crowds of many
Her tears she cries of loss, pain and despair
Me a viewer that can't sooth her tears
The weeping widow in her dress of rags
Her ghostly face a show of many years of sadness
Her beauty slowly fading due to wrinkles and worries
The weeping widow once a face of elegance, now a face no different than those around her.
Her hair once vibrate now at loss of its shine
Her full pouty lips now wear an eternal frown
Her skin white as a corpse
As I stand with her
I wonder what if I could have done something
Those thoughts make a mockery at my consciousness
Anyone can help another if they do so choose
Am I partly to blame for the end of this friendship
Silent tears fall from her eyes as I walk away.
