cassandra

 



sitting in an
old chair in
the dusk
of the
day

she walks into
the room and
stands next
to the
chair

I look down to see
sunshine blond
hair and eyes
as blue as
summer
raindrops

the expression
on her face
is a field
without
flowers

I ask her,

"are you feeling
  sad?"

with a small nod,
she climbs up
on my lap and
rest her head
against me...

and we sit
there...

in that old chair

sit there in
the failing
light of
day

in the
quiet

in the
sadness

and wait for the
world to
change