Her

I used to sit there,

beside the fireplace,

watch her dance around,

in her frock of pretty lace.

The warmth of her presence

was warmer than the fire,

being with her,

I just couldn't tire

of her lovely smile.

But now it's been a while,

It's been a while

since she sat in my lap,

like she used to,

back when she loved me.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Madalyn Beck]

Beautiful. I love how you painted such a beautiful picture. I can envision the room with the fire going. Her dancing around - then suddenly disappearing, leaving you alone in the room with nothing but the fireplace to warm you. Stunning write, Devesh! Love this! xo (:

[Devesh]

I love reading your reviews! Thanks for stopping by, Madalyn :))

[Frieda P]

Something a bit different from your pen Devesh...bittersweet memories always linger from past relationships that are no longer burning. Enjoyed. :)

[Devesh]

Thank you for reading, Frieda :)

[Frieda P]

My pleasure, nice to see you back at the cafe. :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is so very sad Devesh.People tend to outgrow each other sometimes .Who knows why ,different interests and lives change.

[Devesh]

Yes, it is. Thank you for reading, Vidya :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)