He gently moved the strand of golden-brown hair
off her forlorn eyes,
intense was his search
as he gazed upon her
whispering: “Let me in, take me to that secret place.”
She didn’t resist, how could she?
He was here now, next to her
after all these lonely years!
She always regretted what had happened
that cold, winter’s night in May.
She remembered him coming into their cottage,
taking off his boots with a thud.
Her body shivered from the echo of the loud bang
By Chriselda Barretto