A wrecked life - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Lonely Woman in Despair

A short span of happiness.
I reach out and touch a memory—
a glimpse from another life.

Wrapped in a cocoon, you never
saw the pain in my voice or
the shadows dancing in my eyes.

In despair I gathered
all from a life you wrecked
then vanished into the arms
of a sad December night.

Now, mauled by memories,
I wait to hear your footsteps outside
and your voice knocking on my door.