Her letters didn’t remain for very long,
Nor did the ink last through the years.
Her fragrance, she thought, was forgotten by him,
As were all of her silent and unshed tears.
Sands of time found different dunes
Landscapes changed every where
Yet when ever she heard his name,
She knew deep within her, he was still there.
When their paths crossed suddenly, one Chrstimas eve,
In joy and hurt she lowered her eyes.
The lines on their faces and their grays of age
Told of silent tales that neither could surmise.
She went her way with a cane in hand,
While his held a little toddler’s toy,
Yet in that twlight hour they both knew,
She was still the girl who filled him with joy.