Missing
The heavy winter draperies
were closed,
not allowing
any taste of sunshine
in the parlor
of the house.
She,
poised at the doorway,
stared into the room
remembering times
of shared conversation
laughs,
glasses of brandy
as they were sipped by
the winter fire.
Summer,
now upon her,
leaves her
with no hope
as winter claimed her
companionship
with icy fingers.
She closed the door
going about her day
as each day passes
and hopefully
time will make
it easier.
but for now,
she will
always remember.
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