She searched within
the annals of her dusty mind,
For the remnants of
her past, now scattered & torn,
The tenderness she
felt, so tattered & weathered,
Kind words once spoken,
withered as soft old rose,
Dreams dissipating
in the mists of her mislaid time,
Kisses shred from
lips, like torn spider´s old webs,
Caresses shattered,
upon her wrinkled creased skin,
Laughter mere echoes,
upon walls of her yearning,
Rummaging through
her memories, now lost & gone,
The ancient &
tatty bric-a-brac, of no use to her now,
Yet one treasure she
missed & searched for in longing,
Digging deeper in
the portmanteau of her heart & soul,
Softly whispering
& slow muttering, to her old grey self,
Saying “Now where
have I put that forgotten old smile?”
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