Like grief for a life lost.

A river she cried,

washed away all dust.

But no-one wiped her eyes.

Hair wrapped around feet,

like a towel,

she dries, the tears,

She has shed from her red bloodshot eyes.

She opened the jar:

wondering what they would say...

Their eyes screamed condemnation.

Perhaps she shouldn't stay

Like butterfly wings her lips

over his feet.

But no word to her

from the man she had to meet..