She sits by the fire hugging herself,
Remembering the warm smiles and familial jokes
That would greet her no longer.
Tears track down her face.
She wipes her cheek
As if to push away the grief,
Yet her fingers mindlessly come to straighten her unruly hair
Just as her mother used to do for her.
Looking into the fire, she succumbs to tears again.
It was just as meloncholy as she,
Yet knew nothing of suffering or loss.
It was inanimate, unknowingly in bliss,
Just as she wished she could be.
Old times were gone and never coming back.
She was stuck here: alone, broken
But she wouldn't forget them.
Not as long as she had words left unspoken.
Twilight falls rapidly casting an eerie glow in the room.
The fire dances somberly before her.
There seemed to be no end to the gloom.
Of one thing she was positive:
She'd always cherish the memories.
