Of Being Alone


in the silence that comes with
being alone, a woman sits
with her thoughts, scrapbook

moments drifting, page after
page filled with another life,
another dream, turn within

yesterday's breath and still
shadowed with mourning, she
contemplates the loss

of herself and  her fairytale,
her zephyr, her sailing wind, and
the sweet autumn of passing

seasons... and though time
promises new memories to make,
and a new tomorrow that beckons

upon the whisper of changing
winds and untethered wings, she fears
most never finding the woman

she once was and hopes she has
simply misplaced her between
the breaths of her yesterdays

and the silence of being alone

June 2007