Silent, sombre, she drifts into a sleep her eyes closed so tightly, ending her days. Figure broken, but she never did weep for dreams forgot and then taken away. Children forsaken and lovers just spurned, for the many hearts lost for friendships gone. Lingers she not on those that she did yearn, her life over, regrets she has but none. Those that remain always cherish her soul sadness prevails for all that we have lost There is no one here to take on her role her short life departed at such a cost Cover her face and pull on the grey shroud, we kneel alongside her and cry out loud. © Graham Walker 2012 Photo courtesy of Flickr user rembcc.