The widow's walk

Again she finds herself alone…
He is gone…
To one of his other loves…
A passion he could never leave…
She thinks of him…
Is he ok
Is he lost forever
Will he be coming back
Will she win?
She climbs the stairs again
Each step brings a memory
Of him, of them….
The secrets, the passions,
His touch, his scent
Each time the phone rings
She hesitates to answer
Every visitor at the door
Makes her blood run cold
At the stop of the steps she pulls the door
The cool damp air takes her breath
She looks out over the slate roof….
She wantonly searches the horizon…
White caps on an angry ocean
But no signs of him…
All she can do is wait
And hope
Tomorrow she will again visit
The widows walk