She always stood away
Inspecting my actions
She never moves near
But her presence is clear
Her eyes move from me
To her wrist as she waits.
She never sleeps or talks
Or never thought to fill our gap.
Her pale complexion
Is in striking contrast to
Her black heavy robes
That cling to her tiny frame
Intrigued by her demeanor,
I ran to her, But....
she ran from me
Avoiding my presence near her
No one saw her standing there
And no one speaks to her.
Her identity is a mystery,
Seldom spoken in histories
Alas when I met her..
I wished I didn't.
Cuz then it was the time
For me to bid goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
string of words
PoetryPoems come to me like Words falling from the sky creating an ache in my chest Forcing my hand to write it.
