A Woman Stands Alone

A woman stands alone     
Remembering a snippet of the past,
It burdened her
With tomes of kisses
Never read
And until now,
Beneath this sod,
She never felt them
Or laid to rest
At last.

A woman stands alone
In a filigree of lace.
And for a while
it comforts her
To think in terms
Of holes
And fragile spans of
Subtle fabricated
Such was the look upon
His face.

A woman stands alone
Inside a day
He will have never known,
It gladdens her
To reach across the years
And pluck him from
The ground
To share a momentary peace
And tread the dust of ashes
With no sound
Forgetting for the now,
That a woman stands alone.