Sunday Comes Calling

two chairs marked ‘free’ from our condo building lobby

Sunday Comes Calling

Reflections

Water on the road one day
A mirror on the wall
Bring to mind reflections
Of things I left behind.

Now I see her …

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Sombre eyes,

 stared back at me

They belonged to a lovely face

That once shone with a brilliance

of a thousand blazing suns, now

Void of laughter and sunshine smiles

Mapped with lines of unease and exhaustion

The raven tress hung limply,

Almost lifeless and dull without its glossy sheen

Sparkling saline stars spilled forth gently from troubled dark pools