carefully doing the days tasks
She sighs and looks out the window
old memories float like soft specks
of dust caught in golden light
there's a soft knock on the door
a whisper of a hello
she sits by the window as I clean her home
a woman about whom nothing is known
*
I ask about the day
a faint smile slips across her lips
"This day is as wonderful as any other day"
nothing else is ever mentioned
I catch glimpses of lost looks
We smile at each other often
comfortable in the silence
she sits by the window as I clean her home
a woman about whom nothing is known
*
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*end*