Sunday Sonnet [without rhyme scheme], #11, 2015

Woman Reading at the Window 1a

It only took an evening for her

to appreciate the stillness, presence

palpable of the silence left behind

in his wake when he went away, stayed out

a single night to be with friends his own

age.  In those moments, she foresaw future

such hours of darkness lonesome and without

a single soul to banter with.  However,

she knew, too, those days were a long way off.

Much time was left her when she was not so

alone.  And so she revelled in the free

time; the space and ability to give

rein to selfish pursuits – for he would soon

return, stealing years until her old age.

[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]

[Image by George Schrimpf]