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Click hereNo one notices her sitting
on the kerb against a lamppost
looking down the dirty tarmac,
all alone –
there’s the far-off sound of laughter
on the breezy air of autumn
and it brings back faded faces,
once her own
when the withered leaves were blowing
and the sidewalks lay deserted
and the dry October sun was
on the stone
and she’d walk in happy silence
with her arms around her lover
and they shared an inner laughter
now long flown.
...with meter and rhyme. You are pretty incredible, my friend. The sad overtones of this poem are belied by its almost playful rhythm. At least she has her memories!