Her Tears Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Her Tears


Her green eyeshade is moisture of tears shed
long ago when she was young and in love,
now she sat in the foyer of her hotel like a fat
spider, unmoving but seeing and hearing all.

Dressed in black and in half-light diamonds
glittered her eyes and in the engagement
I gave her thirty years ago, she was beautiful
but spurned me for her father´s hotel.

Didn’t want to be here where love had died
and only pot plants thrived; I needed a room,
wrote my name in a ledger paid in advance,
went for a drink. The woman was silent.