Indoors

 

She won´t come outside the house

steadfastly refuses any encouragement

Not for a walk or breath of air

no explanation is offered

an inexplicable mood

of self pity or guilt for past wrongs

Days have gone by, weeks in fact

not even a front door appearance

The flower has wilted

receeded, refusing to be watered

A pallid complexion of inner pain

wearing life´s indelible stain

Inconsolable and desolate

a surrender of all that has gone before

no fight is left nor fray to entice

She sits with the one who dies

after a loveless marriage and many lies

Two corpses still alive and together

but she still won´t come outside the house