She watches with closed

eyes, the train window

Tte seat she sits in

the world outside passing…

her grief paints a portrait;

let’s her hear, see, feel

time slips into yesterday, into

who she was, who

she imagines on the other side.

Sleep was a fleeting thought

and waits now…waits

for little moments, bits and

pieces to fall.

she watches with closed…

dreams

thoughts

days…

And the seats she sits in;

the life she imagines she

has

passes outside her

window.