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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