She dreams of him in shades of sepia
like some antique photo
of a forgotten love
She dreams of the pebbles he threw
softer than snow flakes
that touched lips with the window to her heart
She dreams her life with eyes wide open
Her heart weeping crimson
like a nightmare left longing for a dream
She dreams of chiselled marble
Polished stone dressed the shades of sepia
Autumn tears falling
Filling the words
“In loving memory”
Christine
Georg