She dances no more
her body changed over time
no longer able to flow
graceful and effortlessly.
Like the young ballerina
she once was.
She hold hands no longer
her body changed over time.
Her lover long gone
never to reach for her hand.
She aches for the comfort and love
felt when their hands met.
As they once did.
She no longer sees the beauty
she once did reflecting in her mirror.
Her beauty once accented by jewels
Now just accentuate the years
and pains her body now holds.
No longer the desired woman
Her lover chose for a lifetime.
She is no longer the woman she was
those many years ago.
All alone she is void of desires,
dreams and a future of hope.
She is alone in the world
not knowing a soul.
Saddened by the figure in the mirror
She no longer knows.
This was written for Picture it & Write
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