Her feet carried her down an empty street.
One she’d known from a time long ago
Her blank face told of a goal incomplete
But she was alone. None wanted to know
She looked up as she passed by my window
Empty eyes locking in for a stone gaze
But still they struck a wicked, painful blow
And long forgotten memories did raise
She knew me – but I had no time for her ways
She wanted to know – I walked to my doom
She offered hope but I left it ablaze
And still the empty eyes accuse. They fume.
Weight upon conscience and won’t go away
And tomorrow she will be back this way
14th December 2011
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