Here we are, on the homeward leg. Past the halfway point now and heading to the finish line. I’m enjoying this writing prompt I came up with very much. Who knows what December might bring: keep an eye out!
She sits alone and thinks of days Old voices echo in her ears While feelings light upon her face Then fall among the dust of years
She sits alone and thinks of one An empty space within her heart Reminds her of a time far gone A promise that was torn apart
She sits alone and thinks of now Of all that she's seen come to pass Of when she used to dream of how Her beau would come back to his lass
She sits alone and thinks of him The news that broke confirmed her fears That fate would snatch him on a whim Her smile is brittle through her tears