There She Lies, In Her Own Contemplation.

Now,

In an old room,

So strange that it felt new

As if I had never been there before

Years.

Smoke drifted from a distant house,

I yearned so much to be there.

Curious, I peeped.

Just to see that

The house was fully occupied.

I'd lock the door if I could,

Yet the occasional Wind

Would always blow.

And

The Rain would never stop.