A Stone Unturned

Her life came.

Her death came.

Her thoughts,

her dreams,

her words,

her deeds,

dissolved,
unwritten,

unrecorded,

unrecalled.

Her face

smiles only

in the memory

of a mirror

on a wall,

in a hallway,
in the ruins,
of a house.

She was a stone

unturned.


RLJ - 2012