ONCE


She once

Was beautiful

She walks

Along the edge of the meadow


Finally disappearing into the tree line

Never to be seen again

Her scent still lingering

At the edge of the wood


She thought she would be back

No

Know

No one ever comes back


The wind comes in the open window

Caressing her face

The sun is down

A full moon lays right beneath the horizon


It is time to go