Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Pleasure of Your Company



She sat by the window
She still wore the gown
Composed and prepared
She gazed outward and down

Her guests only spiders
She never shed tears
As she sat by the window
For forty-five years


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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 15, 2008 at 3:11 AM

    again with the creepiness. so haunted. lovely as always.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 16, 2008 at 11:30 AM

    For me a sense of sadness, of missed opportunities, so sad to sit and wait for life....

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  3. marieNovember 27, 2008 at 11:59 PM

    How about an option to click: Love this one. I'd click that one on this post.

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