They found her curled up in the suitcase, childlike.
Peaceful and gently beautiful all the pain gone .
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Abandoned Room With A Suitcase
She waited, empty lean years , her suitcase packed.
He promised he’d come for her, he promised he’d come back.
At first she lived a normal life going about the everyday things
Yet she waited and hoped and spurned love and the joy it could bring.
The days were not too bad but the nights took their toll.
She yearned for him and the need grew after dark . It ate her soul.
Suitors took the walk to her door but none of them got past the start
None ever matched up to him , the man who had stolen her heart.
She died an old maid, aunt and friend to many
Dreams and promises broken. The man did not keep any.
Lovers she could of had, remembered her with a smile
The room and the suitcase stand testament to her love all the while ……..
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Art work by kind permission of John Grant from his blog Meticulous Mick