Theme: Life

Her Tears

Her green eyeshade is moisture of tears shed
long ago when she was young and in love,
now she sat in the foyer of her hotel like a fat
spider, unmoving but seeing and hearing all.
 
Dressed in black and in half-light, diamonds
glittered in her eyes and in the engagement
I gave her thirty years ago, she was beautiful
but spurned me for her father's hotel.
 
Didn’t want to be here where love had died
and only pot plants thrived; I needed a room,
wrote my name in a ledger paid in advance,
went for a drink. The woman was silent.

15-Apr-2013

More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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