She was there along the way like a vision on the road where the sidewalk meets the sun and the street flows to the sky I can see her passing by dressed in patterns of the past with a smile for every man and her youthful mysteries like a day made just for me that is how she used to be. In a chapter where the snow covered silent avenues like a secret no one knew in her own slow afternoon that is how she went away. And the old bookmarks remain. Scattered pages fill the void looking for the story there the author rises from his chair drops his pen and walks away. She was there along the way like a vision on the road he remembers how she looked how she exited and took every role she ever played.
