Pale light shown through the dusty window
spreading its diffused glow upon an old book
resting on a table, pages crisp,
yellowed, bound in leather with cracked texture,
a result of years of exposure to
sun that gave no regard.
Silence became this scene, save an occasional
swish of the overhead fan, or drip of rain
on weathered windowsill.
Within the covers of this, Bible, was a single
violet, a memento, pressed and withered,
placed by a widow who clung
to a memory of someone dear, and atop the Bible,
was a ring, a wedding band which
she would daily clasp,
staring into emptiness, remembering as soft light
cast her somber silhouette
across a lonely floor.
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