The weeping widow

Forever bound to the emotions of her past

The weeping widow once a beautiful maiden

Once my friend, now she is another passing stranger

A beautiful face in the crowds of many

Her tears she cries of loss, pain and despair

Me a viewer that can't sooth her tears

The weeping widow in her dress of rags

Her ghostly face a show of many years of sadness

Her beauty slowly fading due to wrinkles and worries

The weeping widow once a face of elegance, now a face no different than those around her.

Her hair once vibrate now at loss of its shine

Her full pouty lips now wear an eternal frown

Her skin white as a corpse

As I stand with her

I wonder what if I could have done something

Those thoughts make a mockery at my consciousness

Anyone can help another if they do so choose

Am I partly to blame for the end of this friendship

Silent tears fall from her eyes as I walk away.