Standing on the same feet
she went twenty nine years back
where nothing could be remembered
but she could imagine those days
unaffected, filled with innocence;
full of wonder.
She’s now standing
by the same window,
but couldn’t look into one moment later;
nor could she imagine
what awaited her after a while
A ray of light from her dreams?
Or a glimpse of shadow
from the damp corner
of her seasoned plight?
Pleasure of pain?
Or a suitable place
to stash away her whim?
Nothing seemed to be cared
And all she could really feel
was just another heart beat
fraternized with ache
Written on 6th July,2011
©Munia Khan 2011
I liked your third-person insight...as a reader, I felt both distant and close.