Widow

A widow of time, when every departure becomes familiar. Sand and heat raveled the chest bare, her skin aches for love to get drenched. Fought battles than a finger can count, yet lost none. A widow by choice, to die another time by giving it all. To mock your ego and your pride, and all the reasons you think high. Silence is all she has left to offer, a calm rejection to your temptations. . . Manjushree