She was there along the way
like a vision on the road
where the sidewalk meets the sun
and the street flows to the sky
I can see her passing by
dressed in patterns of the past
with a smile for every man
and her youthful mysteries
like a day made just for me
that is how she used to be.
In a chapter where the snow
covered silent avenues
like a secret no one knew
in her own slow afternoon
that is how she went away.
And the old bookmarks remain.
Scattered pages fill the void
looking for the story there
the author rises from his chair
drops his pen and walks away.
She was there along the way
like a vision on the road
he remembers how she looked
how she exited and took
every role she ever played.
