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Widow In Silk

September 25, 2018
By fictitiouspieces PLATINUM, Louisville, Kentucky
fictitiouspieces PLATINUM, Louisville, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
― Arthur C. Clarke


smooth jazz

swam in my ears

no one was speaking,

all I heard were my inner fears

the woman across from me was detached,

eyes with indifference 

what was she thinking?

I stared at her with just a glance

why was she here,

why was I?

the room was familiar,

yet the memory was anything

but nigh

 

the woman in silk,

where thy you be?

what is your purpose,

being in the clouds, with nothing else to see

are you there?

I ask as though it were only us

she looks towards me with a grimace,

though I was too afraid to question why

 

"I've been here for an eternity,"

she exclaimed with a far cry

"Waiting, waiting for a while,"

her words seemed shy

what had been keeping her,

 especially for so long?

then my eyes wander,

to the place around us,

it was gone,

it was wrong

she wasn't responding to me,

though she was looking my way, but farther through me

my head turns,

curiosity sudden to swarm,

I see a man

wearing his uniform

 

"He's gone,

I am so sorry Miss,

I give you my condolences,

I wish you the best"

the woman goes quiet,

her eyes

wandering

she looks past me once more,

her quivered lip

squandering

a memory sent me back to the accident,

where my life was absent,

i was in a hospital, though I didn't feel real,

it felt like entrapment

i watched the woman, her visage finally

familiar

her eyes,

the one's I loved,

I knew her

my head was finally clear, as the woman,

my wife, spoke the final whispers I can remember

"He can't be dead."


The author's comments:

I used the painting, Pricilla Johnson, 1996 (Neel) to make the plot of this poem!


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