The Widow

painting whats left of the art
as her marbled eyes turned misty grey
it scowled at all hearts
though she kept smiling hoping it will return someday

the brushed poster left a message
for whom they remained unknown
but as the mysterious feeling was there
she knew right away she was not alone

she read the poster with words unspoken
in her mind they dwell unpuzzling around
with gentle she untwist but failed it broken
she stood up but all she felt was underneath and down

now she lay by the broken path of past
she couldnt return and forgive what must
again the widow had no one
uncounted tears will drop for her late husband.