She sits solemnly, observing her surroundings,
Her wrinkles engraved into her aged face
As she stirs the spoon along the tea cup's boundaries
The rhythmic pace suddenly comes to a halt.

Her eyes wander along a passing couple,
as they hold hands, she reminisces..
of those days before they slowly crumbled
those days where her and her lover shared kisses.

The twinkle in her eye,
matches the twinkle on her finger.
That love of that one of a kind guy,
forever with her will linger.


Her sadness is exerted in her expressions,
One true love is all she needed
to teach her a bundle of life lessons,
an "I do" ,they pleaded.

To profess their love was no crime,
They were hopelessly devoted
the time flew by.
Only to grow apart and forgotten.

She is a forgotten lover,
who wears her past on her fingers,
and forever will the love of her life,
always linger.