Silently, a woman picks
Her fingers fleetingly across
A flower, eyes distant she
Hums an old love song
And waits for the wrinkles
Waits for the
Lines of time to mark her.
Her eyes are filled with
Lost lovers and fleeting romances
Puppy loves, high school dances
Giving it all away she never got
She always looked and
never sought.
Now her eyes leak lost lovers
Until they leak no more.