Shadow Sitting

It was an image, dark and eerily gray for a moment I was sure I knew her way but within her shadowed distant face none revealed the treasures of her hidden grace; there was no smile, no laugh or cry, you could see the depth in her eyes, only hair kept her discrete as life kept her well hidden and obsolete neither twitch nor scorn allowed her to take her turn nor mend the heartbreak of love now long burned. So, as you pass, don't keep your eyes downcast lookup and straight or miss your chance to offer comfort, empathy for her circumstance. Mystic Rose Rose's Rhyme Story 12/18/20