The Fading

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 06, 2018

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The Fading

Their eyes met now and then,

In passing, as they say,

A glance, no more, was ever shared,

As each went on their way.

 

Sometimes in the garden

When weeding out the patch,

It felt like she was there, but

A glimpse was all she’d catch.

 

She noticed that the stranger

Came ‘round more oft of late,

At times she seemed to linger

Just out beyond the gate.

 

She’d beckon her to come

And join her for some tea;

But she’d turn the other way

And fade so gradually.

 

She felt somehow she knew

This stranger in her road,

Something so familiar, though

No recognition showed.

 

She’d often wrack her brain

By the glass in the hall.

Then finally shrug her shoulders,

“I don’t know her at all.”


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