Salvador Dali - Figure at the window

The room lies empty now
curtains are what is left
of a life that will be
soon forgotten

she stands and gazes
at the images, she had seen before
so many times, so many ways
the gentle breeze
starts a tune beside her
and her eyes close
to hold back her emotions

and just like that
the memories came rushing
into her
the echo of the wind
howled mockingly

the deafening silence
drowns the delicate trembling of
her hands

she stands and looks
one last time
at all the things
that she had held dear
but would be forever left
behind

a single tear
escapes
as she bids
goodbye
and disappears into
the distant horizon