Day 2001, still. I think she was still holding her umbrella not to hide for the rain she was no longer listening ~ she crossed the empty street she didn’t know only her feet ~ the light was bright from a sun far above there where no shadows ~ I saw her disappear in the cemetery no longer in use but stillShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.