Standing in front of the window I see
the woman reflected in the glass, she
looks torn and dispairingly, hauntingly,
deeply and completely alone in this
world that holds the key to all that you
can see, why does she look this way? I
ask as she stands there and for a moment
she looks at me then takes a deep breath
and says I will tell you my tale if you have
the time to listen.
Told to me was a tale of woe, one that was
a time worn ageless story, one of love and loss
but with a twist, he had many others that he loved
and she was just one of them, she knew this when
she came to him with her heart in her hand and
he took it to hold in his hands and he told her his
heart as well, she was happy and pleased even though
there were others in his life and she knew that she
was to be his mistress forever and a day until the
day of his marriage then she would be the shadow.
She would be broken, torn and dispairing of the life
that she carried with in her soul, one that he had
given her and mended the life with which she lived
without, each day she healed from her murderous,
terror filled life in the heat of the days shadow, he
would be married in but a few days and already she
was the shadow in the distant past, now she stands
cold, alone and filled with tears that will forever
be unshed, looking in this window at a woman that
has grown old while you look at her.
She wonders if she should say goodbye and let him
have his perfect little world without her in it to
complicate things, course that is if he wanted her
to be there still, she looks at you with a tear unshed
in her eye, "my soul has grown tired and old in this
time of readjustment" she says to me, "what should
I do with this horrible jealousy and pain deep with in
that I cannot dispate? Do I say goodbye? Do I stay and
wait for his love to come to me?"
"I don't want it to be over" she says in a monotone
voice telling me that the pain she feels is deep in the
soul of her soul, I reach over and place an arm around
her shoulders knowing how she feels for I too had been
there once upon a time, the guilt you feel for the jealousy,
the pain of not having him, the questioning of ones self
to no end, finally trying to cut away that which you had
become, memories play upon the mind like a movie
projected upon a screen, gone now with no closure,
no this cannot be the end.
She falls silent as she stands there within my arms
embrace, two strangers with the same desires for
the same man in two different bodies, desirving
much better then the horror of their lives but
forever locked in the embrace of deaths gripping
grasp, what happens next no one will know for the
fade with in the darkened night to the place that no
longer will be found, pain no longer felt, did they say
good bye no one knows, the illusions of the mind say
so many things in so many places.
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