Tuesday, August 18, 2009
She's continually
slipping
away
from
me.

She floats
silently
ghost-like
in our apartment.

Her dimming eyes
rarely leaving
the bay window
as she watches
the world
Outside.

Yet,
she won't join,
preferring
to flit along
the periphery
as a mere apparition.

Occasionally,
she'll meet my gaze,
begging,
longing,
wanting
me
to
let
her
go,
to
let
her
fade
away
from
me.

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posted by Jill at 5:46 PM |

2 Comments:

At August 18, 2009 at 9:25 PM, Blogger Grace said........
Great writing... I'm going to have to come back another time... when it's not so late so I can look around...

Come check out some of the other HOTs posts... K?
 


At August 19, 2009 at 3:12 PM, Blogger Jill said........
Thanks :)