Treasure Island

nicola burkett

(30.04.1984 / South East, London)

She Lives Alone


She lives alone in a house on a hill.

Sitting in her favourite chair
alone by the window she'd sit and stare
waiting for someone to pass her by
anyone to notice the tears in her eye

She lives alone in a house on the river

Standing at the open front door
alone on the porch, she waits for an hour or more
waiting for someone to pass her by
anyone to notice the tears in her eye

She lives alone in a house in a wood

Lying in her cold single bed
still and alone, for she is dead
she was waiting for someone to pass her by
anyone to be there and say goodbye

Submitted: Sunday, March 19, 2006

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