She Smiled At Me Before She Passed

By Daniella Djiogan

There’s an old woman who haunts my thoughts

I visited her last night in my dream

She was sitting on her porch and starring at the stars

Her expression was melancholy

And her gaze was without life


When I showed up, she didn’t turn my way

But she did acknowledge my presence with a fade smile

I quietly made my way next to her,

Sitting without altering a single word

And starring at what I thought her eyes were watching with nostalgia


As if reminiscing that forgotten past,

She began to smile, then a tear made its way down her wrinkled cheeks

It was the only teardrop she shed that night

And the only one she will shed in this life

For after I kissed her goodnight, she was no more.


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