An Old Woman By The Window

 
I see her everyday on my way to work
She is there by the wide window
of an old house near the road
where i come and go
silver hair in a neat bun
tired wrinkled hands
and chinky eyes that were always
staring at a distance
as if waiting for something
or someone?
 
And so it goes day by day
She sits by her window with her lonely gaze
I wonder what thoughts are on her tiny head
Was she happy in her younger years
or did she loath life's miseries?
 
Were there dreams she still dreams of
Or was she resigned to her fate
Were there questions left that haunt her still
Is she waiting for the answers?
 
I will never know
the last time I looked
the window was empty
she sits there no more