Lost shadows dance around her,
Another ember burns and dies,
Reluctant guilt now fills her heart,
And deep sorrow fills her eyes.
The past is now her shelter,
Filled with fading silhouettes,
Breathless smiles of understanding
That somehow soften her regrets.
Alone, she lives her life now,
In comfort, yet in pain,
Whispering reasons and apologies,
And listening in vain.
No one answers but the echoes,
Of silent sighs that pierce the night,
Her days drag, long and lonely,
Her future, absent light.
Dried teardrops stained the album
That she clutched in an embrace,
They found her sitting by the fire,
A tranquil smile upon her face.